Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-26517142-20170824071938

As Memphis finished, there was an atmosphere of melancholy that emanated from her. A sad passing of regret and torment …that the Doctor didn’t think she could have possessed when he saw her that time by the void.

“I believe….that you have a heart towards your loved ones, Doctor Thomas Ibrahim of Whitemarch.” The Mephistopheles said as she walked in thin air to the direction of the man now staring intently at him. “You love them with your heart and soul, and so when faced with a choice, you would choose them to live and let your comrades perish before your eyes… or will it happen that when you have been trapped in this quagmire, you will sacrifice yourself?”

Memphis looks to the downcasted atmosphere of the Naether. Sighs.

“And by speaking to me….a murderer and a dealer of lost souls….you believe I can be saved, still?”

At this, the Naether begans to shake under a tremor unprecedented…