Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190622224300

"No...no..." Prad's hands overlap his armored head. A click or two sees the helmet fall downward, cupped in his palms. He takes...a deep look inside its eyesockets "No...he gave me this...trusted me with it. I couldn't even thank him from the bottom of my--I-I thought I could at least..."

His head slumbers low enough for his eyes to sink in the shadow of his position. A deep melancholy afflicts him, knowing this end would never meet its true manifestation.