Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-25808351-20160904212823

I look back to the hole in the wall that leads outside to Conrad. I'm conflicted at what to do. On one hand Armata and Conrad are out there, killing Conrad would put an end to his madness. But on the other hand, despite Lucida's new found reservations of me, I can not forsake her or the Doctor. I sigh and walk toward Ibrahim and Lucida. I here Praetor speaking to them from the stairwell, his words are, troubling to me. I walk out on to the stairwell and answer Praetor's question for Ibrahim. "As many times, as it takes...." I stand there, a stern look on my face. "Why ask that Praetor? Lucida says your just an image conjured by the Crucible and that you want to kill her, is this true?" I ask.