Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-27550231-20170710233837

"Wait? She still lives and yet you're just going to let her die?"

Praetor starts to heave until a silent laugh forces it's way out. He starts to tripod over the table as a second plate is brought over to him. He stays laughing for a minute until he gets his fill and slams his fist in the table.

"And what? You're just going to let die? Ahahahaha. That's cold even for you. Come on Armata. Save that twerp change the future. For all you know it might teach you how to be more caring. Hehehehe. I can't believe you haven't done anything yet. You know what why don't I help you? Send me to her and I'll bring her back alive and in one piece. What do you say?"