Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-27550231-20171117025100

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Jorge continues to watch the chase from his hiding place. He is tempted to help out the white knight but if he moves any faster his barely contanied camouflage. Even now Yuria struggled to maintain his semi-transparent form hidden from the horde of blues.


 * Are we not going to assist them Cohort? Were they not the pair that assisted us?

"No. I want to... But I feel your burden right now. Something happened back there, when you healed our arm. What's wrong?"

Jorge feels her presence pull away for a second and his body darkens once more before becoming semi-transparent once more.


 * There was this dark woman... Her eyes glowed with contempt and hatred. Then... Then she plunged her hand into my chest and- my heart- it still hurts.

Jorge lays in silence as Yuria begins to cry within him. He wishes he could comfort her, he wishes he could stop her from crying, it made him uncomfortable, but she was within him and their link was not strong enough to allow such interactions. The knight flickers between solid and transparent his armor shining through the brush like a bright beacon in the dark.

"Sigh... Guess I better get ready to defend us."