Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-26517142-20161017171006

(Well, I feel that through that writing form, loud emotions are more felt, Praet)

The Paths continued their disbelieving cries. Jeiel merely gives them a warm smile. Embraces them in one pile. Closes his eyes. Feels he is right where he wants to be.

Night time.

The Paths, after a period of more sobbing and talk, finally crouch to individual beds to fall asleep. The darkness creeps in, but on a vacant table facing moonlight, Jeiel inquires and learns of his own deed.

"I see...." He sets down a cup of tea as gently as possible before Regina and and the Doctor. "So.... it happened as planned." He keeps a solemn face, watching his drink swirl within his cup.