Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170417012540/@comment-31749612-20170418022153

He would sit there with his head between his legs.

Whiskey: "Why did I ever agree to help the Order... Look at where it's got me... And all for what... Money!?"

Whiskey: "Why couldn't I have a normal life!? Why must I have all of this!? And it's not like I can go back! The Order... they'll just kill me..."

He would scream all of this to himself before sighing.