Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-27550231-20170528214510

The dark mist catches up to Jorge once more and surrounds the two men. It grows stronger and thicker behind Thomas creating an image or Jorge holding his lifeless family.

"How could you let this happen! How could you do this to them! You and your selfish ways, never thinking about others only yourself! You could have stayed behind... You could have told Marcus to sod off and go look for someone else... But NO! You wanted an adventure! You wanted to have fun!" The Distorted image grows looming over the two men and points down to Jorge in anger. "Kathra had a play the day after you left! She wanted you to go; she wanted you to see her do what she loved!" The twisted image of Jorge smiles, his teeth sharp and jagged. 'But you don't truly love her do you? All you care about is yourself. You haven't even shed a tear or even thought about Aabi... All you cared about was yourself and your fetishization of Nezon..."'''

Jorge shakes as the bloodied towel rolls down his chest. As the towel rolls down his armor it leaves behind bloody hand prints all over his body and the more he tries to run them off the more appear.