Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-30014014-20191113155212

@BTR

"I...I honestly don't know. At times, like this one right now, it feels as someone else is filling in his stead, though only as a temporary lapse, before he comes back in. When that happens..."

Prad makes his arm pulse with the faintest of power, prompting the fallen metal to re-connect to his lacerated arm, once more, covering the innumerable wounds to it before rolling his sleeve through it all "...I won't really know how long until he decides that I've stranded here enough." He looks to the beer and shakes his head "Sorry, I don't really drink. Never really have".