Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181213155309

Prad can hear their words through the abominations of the mam’s things “ohh...”

The sympathy he felt for the mentioned Imperia has only augmented, his silence entombing the surrounding “Why didn’t we go earlier? Perhaps, that could have...”

His empathy, well evident for those with the context, mired by the man in the wall, his unnvering laughter quaking the grounds of the distant fold ”You waste your sympathy on the corpses for an act that is their law”

“What?! No! Listen to them! They don’t speak of it as some casual matter!” Prad speaks with the fearful outrage that he’s used too, shocked at the man in the wall’s complete dissonance of their listening.

'”Little one, you do should not pretend to understand these things. This is what they do, this is how they live. A twisted parody of our lives. The one who talks so casually, he is as he should be: indifferent. The matriarch that was abused by her kin, that is her weakness. That is the price of weakness in their jagged rules.”'

“What?! No, it can’t...”

'”I have seen the way they move and act. The bread and butter they consume. This is no different. This matriarch laments naught but her pitiful frailty, unable to even consume the nectar of vengeance. No, you and the man of metal had to go extract that for her. Her continued existence is a pathetic one, according to their rules. She shouldn’t be walking the grounds right now...unless this Armada simply loves to parody this worthless excuse of a beast across his halls...'

Prad couldn’t believe it. Not even a harrowing even could measure a cup of sympathy from the man in the wall. He shakes his fists at his words, fighting the need to pour tears of outrage at his indifference.