Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161204121342/@comment-26517142-20170924004000

"Wow. That bites. Especially from a man with appeal such as you," says the Jorou-Gumo with temperance and a bit of laugh added in her tone. "If you must know my name, dear sir.... call me Claire." She measures the tape around his chest.

At the same time, she looks toward Jeiel. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine, Miss. Thanks for asking." Jeiel says as he turns to Praetor. "It's.. alright. No matter what you think of me, and the choices I make for this present term.... I've resolved to accept it. I'm going to live on for the person who left those he loved behind, and I hope that in time.... I'll really be  who he used to be."

"For the Paths.... for the girls... for Oz... for his family and friends."

And at this, Jeiel walks out.

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(You know, this reminds me of the movie Logan.)

"Shh.... don't cry...." Sebyl pats her head and motions her to shush. "I'm here..... I'm here. That thing you mean... is called aging. He is growing old, not just in body but in spirit. All of us go through that.... and as he is in that state now, you have to understand that he needs you around more than ever. He needs you and your family around more than ever. Don't ever think it's your fault."

"Also.." Sebyl wipes the tear off. "Tears don't suit you. That's just your slime rolling out over and over. Will you smile for me, little one?"