Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181202153536

The young man spots a familiar face. A brief fluh of joy comes to his shrouded eyes, quick to forget his attempt at blending in as he waves a hand, walking toward the man for a moment. Separated from the only one who had, at the time, done nothing but give advice, Prad was...happy to see a comforting face...

...only to stop. He sees those who surrounds Jorge's table. "That's right, he's from different circumstances. A different child, different company".

His feet stop midway, his hand, lowered with the exhaustion of will as well as his eyes "Yea, that's right. Silly me, this one is already surrounded by them".

'"And you are alone. Always was, always is, always will be..." the gray voice ballades around his ears "This one is infested by the creatures surrounding it. You are not. This is the price for your humanity in this era, little one..."'

"Yea...yea" Prad turns away, an emotionless tone. His eyes are fixated on the assortment of food. Quick is his hand, quick is his wits, pilfering what he seeks from prying eyes before he can be acoasted.

His feet carry him far from the mess hall, to a dark corner where no soul lays. He contemplates his dish for a moment. Sandwiches of eggs and bacon, all buttered with spice. Slowly though, he begins eating.