Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190220063338

"Good. She gets first rest..." Prad had to contrive the spectator's merged sight that so easily discarded the monster kin fallen to the primordial's uneeded 'message', his focus lining to the human kin that died. As well as deflect the blames driven to the same beast kin for their dead. A conflicting thought that almost saw him flat-out give in to his host's apathy.

With the temporary separation of the two, far from the gray man's corrosive influence, Prad had the time and willingness to reel in his inherent empathy. To feel how much worse Roda had been in this sudden death of mass, people she likely knew. Somewhere in his mind, he played the custodian, watching and sweeping behind. And now that she fell to the comfort of the dreamland, only now did he take it to shelf the metaphorical broom and seep to the same plane of dreams.