Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-30014014-20191111175747

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"Everything that passed....angered him. I couldn't even make my goodbyes before he held me by the throat, breaching the gap between us..."

Prad lifts his irises to Jorge, a hint of sorrow behind them. Relief was his for the moment, but, here they lingered "Who else would it be? Who else would have disapproved of you? Of Armata and the rest? Who else could possibly have dragged me away, looking to burn it all from my mind in torment? Yes...it was him. At this time, he watches us speaking, though I do not know his thoughts..."