Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181226211404

"Happy?" Prad lowers his head. It is clear he isn't. He never was. Who would be living under a man's puppeting machinations "To be honest...no. I've never really been. He's...he's been cold with every interaction...every single one..."

He collects his hands in the middle, unsure of how to drive on the sensation of indifference. A breath jumpstarts his thoughts into words "This...woman we were to come to rescue. The horrible conditions she's been through, with those maniacs. I've killed one of them even under his influence, but it felt good. It felt like I was throwing back a part of what they've inflicted to her. But...he didn't feel the same. He didn't allow me to kill one of the gemini for that sense of righteous retribution. No, it was just because it was 'fun' for him..."

Prad feels the same powerlessness encroach him. He doesn't care seeing as the man in the wall can't hear his words "You hear me? He didn't care. He didn't care! Just because she's a vampire. You want to know how I learned of it? He told me! He told me it was her fault. She was too weak. It's the law of your kind. That was the 'price' of her defeat. But, I could see it in her eyes. She hated that, and he sneered at her perceived weakness. He told me were we the first to seek her out, all he'd do is offer her death for that humiliation".

"So no. I don't. All I can feel from him...is hatred. Hatred towards you, hatred toward the dragon, hatred toward Roda, hatred toward even the young Layoka. He sees every one of you as beasts to put down. Our shared thoughts tell me that. It has been for ages..."