Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-26517142-20170704020159

Jeiel was silent. Motionless, for a minute's time. There was not a word passing his lips. Was he.. mourning the loss of a chance to.. help the Doctor?

......that wasn't the case.

"........!.."

Jeiel was shivering from where he was - and in a blink of an eye, he leaks out a broken voice.

"I'm......sorry......"

And as he says this he collapses, broken frame impaled.. by 21 knives from his back.

"It took 21 Longarinian knives to end him, and yet he walks on to assure if you have finished the deed? I'd say.. he is the most hardiest of all of your companions. Still..his mind is weak."

Standing atop Jeiel was Memphis, playing with with a blood red knife reeking energy from the Naether. "So Doc..... are you freed of your burden?" She asked maliciously.