Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-27550231-20170528182019

'''How dare he blame us for their deaths! If it wasn't for him we would have been there! If it wasn't for him they would still be alive! We wouldn't be here in such a forsaken state! We wouldn't have been banished from Whitemarch! Nezon wouldn't be in such a terrible state...'''

Jorge walks up to Marcus and stops, their faces mere centimetera from touching. He takes several pained breathes and speaks in a guttural decayed and demonic tone. "Don't you dare say her name!" He jabs an armored finger into Marcus's chest. "Don't you ever speak of them. Ever!"

The outburst was more than he could handle and he sumbles back clutching his throat in pain. But his eyes never leave Marcus, never once letting the mug out of his sight.