Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-27550231-20180125060639

(S9)

Jorge turns back to Ashe ignoring the dragon who had just arrived. The water splashing around his ankles as he does. He looks to her, shame welling in the pits of his eyes as he struggles to meet her pained gaze.

"I want help... But I don't want to bring more people into this mess of my life than I have to."

Jorge looks into the shinning metal helmet in his hand and it shakes in frusteration as he tries to remember the faces of the family he left when he came to this place only to have them replaced over and over again.

"You know why I- wear this thing all the time." His words echo weakly yet are loud enough to be heard over the natural ambience.

"Why would you want to throw your life away knowing that? I can't let you do that. I won't let you! Especially when I can't do the same for you..."

"I wasn't even able to say my final- I wasn't there to put them to rest! I went around and- I did what I knew best. That's why I'm here. That's why I'm running. That is why I can't let myself ruin your life. I killed people Ashe! And I would do it a hundred times over if it would bring them back! I would have back then."

Jorge throws his helmet across the river to the opposite bank in a fit of rage then slowly makes his wat to it.

"Goodbye Lady Ashe. I hope you find someone better."