Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20181006162945/@comment-30014014-20181006233112

"The ruins..." ''the lone soldier calls back him hand to his side, clinging to his left side of the head. Once again, a tainted pulse is emmited from his hand, subtle ''"The ruins? She mentionned ruins...ruins. Buried...here? Far? Closer? Yes, yes, yes. Close. Far, but close. Close despite far. So close...oh so close"

Those listening to his erratic speech would note a drastic change from his stoic and detatched pattern when adressed to the glacie, to a short-breathing, rampant man voicing his thoughts in a jumbled manner "Here...it's here. To the ruins...the ruins. The ruins. THE RUINS. THE RUINS! Yes, yes, yes I will go. NO more distractions! None in our way. None!"