Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-27550231-20170913145505

(S9)

Jorge hunches over his shoulders bobbing up and down. Then breaking the silence he starts to chuckle lightly, covering his mouth to muzzle his encroaching laughter.

"Like father like daughter..."

"Heh. I'm not one to tell tales of my exploits and this won't be one, but I know about holding emotions in. I also know what can happen when you give into them and act on their will. They're the reason why I can't return to my home in Whitemarch. Why I can't go and say my final goodbyes and put these demons to rest."

Not a single tear was shed. Not a catch in his voice nor pitch. Jorge just spoke calmly as his hollow smile hides his truth, memories and actions.

"Say... Have you ever thought about what you would ever do if someone were to hurt your family? I have. Those were some of my darkest thoughts and fantasies. True terrible things that I would reject on the same of morality. But I did them all the past few months and I would do them all again if it would bring them back. Everything in their name."

"But I paid for those crimes and left many grieving along with me. The last thing I need is to open up again and go back down that path."

Jorge not one looked at Freya, never taking his eyes off the horizon and the spectacle of light it created. Deep shadows were cast across his face hiding his eyes and other discernable details from her keen eyes. This definitely was not the man she first met. There was something wrong about him, there was something else in there...

"Now then!" He turns around a Cheshire like smile scrawled on him. "Why don't we talk about something less somber.?"