Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170504232541/@comment-31749612-20170505001135

Whiskey: "I can't tell you what it is I can only tell you what it feels like. And right now there's a steel knife, in my windpipe I can't breathe, but I still fight, while I can fight...!" He yells.

He then notices Mek had said sorry and is now crying.

''Whiskey steps back... An expression of sadness hitting his face.''

Whiskey: "Mek... I- I'm... Sorry..." ''Whiskey stares at him. The flames around Whiskey's hands disappears.''