Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170116141437

"..Mutt?" Cyndwella thinks, confused. She then speaks.

"No, I haven't come to dissuade you from your little alliance. It's clear that no matter how idiotic I think it is, my opinion doesn't mean anything in the matter.  When you stab Marcus in the back, or in the front, as the case may be, I'll only be there to say 'I told you so.'  So I've stopped giving a shit about it.  No, that's not why I'm here."

She sets down, her cage turning into a skirt. "I'm here for another reason..."

She stops herself. She resists the urge to tear into him. Armata owes nothing to her; he has no reason to surrender anything. She looks to him, her magenta eyes meeting his. She speaks, her voice even.

"Tell me what you regret about your life..."