Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-25808351-20181013012825

(Doc) Armata stood still, like a statue. He did not move out of respect. He did not protest out of respect. He did not redirect the blame, out of respect. He let the accusations run wild. In so many ways, Armata felt responsible for all that came to pass.

But none more so than Marcus. The once proud Wardog, is saturated in shame, coated in quilt. Marcus stood lone. A dark thing echoed in his mind. A thing that transcended time and purposes. Whatever’s it was, it clawed at his soul.