Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181123064206

"Ohh. Quite the request this one is handing" comments the man in the wall, taken in interest before shifting his attention to Prad "How interesting to see someone of his stature, call out for  the potential aid of a youngling. But I can feel the yearn you had ever since fleeting this damned land..."

Prad slowly turns to the man in the wall, his eyes reflected in violet. As of now, he did not care all much whether Armata was still looking into his every more. His ears are attuned to his tormentor "Oh yes. This ancient entity that witnessed your deepest instincts, robbing you of your choice. You want to see him crumble. These people who would happily leave you for dead, as they did our own kind. You yet want to aid them, in a futile attempt to prove their worth. The man of metal you have taken a liking to. You wish to shine a light by his side, show how...dependable you can be..."

Prad sighs heavily, his yes pratically pleading to the man. He know this power is not his. He know he is at his whim "I know this doesn't mean much to you--

"Spare me the sentimentals, little lamb. You know just as I that we're spectators to this theater. This feud, is none of our business. They have cast their hand as their kind have. Unable to end one of their own, by false pride. Using our own people as their meatshields. Why would you continue to lend a hand to those who bit it relentlessly?"

Prad says nothing, his words finding no purchase upon the gray man, his empty tone setting the atmosphere between the two. Despite this, however...

"I know...I know. But, listen, if they wanted me dead, I don't think they would have allowed me for so long. You speak of my death, yet they witholded their hand. Please, I just..."

"You wish to suffer at their hands once more...be my guest" cuts the man in the wall, a sigh of annoyance turned to intrigue "That is the path you seek. Then go forth. It shall be...cathartic to watch you struggle. If your frail body can recover, then the dagger may still be used by your hands. However, this one asking for your aid..."

The man in the wall turns to Armata, now standing over his non-existant chair in his fold "I pray wonder what argument he may seek to convey, was he to argue for your stay. This is your choice, little one. Remember that..."