Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181130055238

His eye turns to the corner where she stands. Imagery of her holding a noose in his twisted view behind the violet sight of his. He shudders, holding his fright, his panic, his torment, hidden. Behind his mask of relief, behind the shroud he bears.

Putting his hand down, he turns to her, a voice mustering everything to sound re-assured, if not for the hint of harrow behind "No, nothing. Everything is fine. Just a rough sleep".