Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-28358106-20170517020900

"I'm not worried. Let's just keep going."

In truth, Thomas wasn't. He knew he could rely on his arcanum if he had to. He knew what he was capable of if he was pushed. And yet, his eyes still darted about them, looking everywhere for danger. He wasn't concerned for himself, but for the girl, who seemed to be wasting away in his arms even as they continued on. He could hear her shallow breathing, could feel her body shake with what effort her heart could give. He felt the life draining out of her, pulled by something he couldn't feel, or see, or even understand.

But he felt like if he could just see her through her task, he would have a chance to help her. But deep inside, he knew that it wasn't going to happen.

That was when he felt the shadows rise inside him. He knew that for every ounce of good that was inside of him, there was still the one part of him that walked the thread of his life, not far behind.

Somewhere, deep inside, Victivius reached out, grasping for the part of his conscience that was weakest...

...Trying to get Nwa.

''Not yet, you bastard. She's not yours yet. But when she is, you'd better give her the part of me that I know is still inside you. You'd better do it, or so help me...''

He shook the thoughts from his mind and concentrated on keeping a measured distance behind Jeiel.