Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20181124044259

(BT) “I.... I would.... I do not know, Sir Jorge. Killing isn’t always the means to securing a better future. Sometimes killing just brings more killings. At a certain point we must understand when it is best to run away from it all, and start over. With someone who will love you and be beside you no how hard things get. Layoka deserves a good family. A luxurious home means nothing if those inhabiting it are uncaring.”

“She loves you, Jorge. I love her.” Imperia places her hand on Jorge’s, her face again red as an apple. But this time her words are steadfast. “Be her father first. Be a soldier second. Always be there for her when she needs you.... Please?” Imperia grasps Jorge’s hand with her own. Both of her slender hands are dwarfed by his giant callus paw as she brings it close to her chest.

“Please, Sir Jorge. Armata will find your daughter, but even then, please be the best father to Layoka. And.... find her a suitable mother....”