User blog comment:BTR180/Pugna Arenam/@comment-25808351-20200801023418/@comment-27550231-20200801202510

Jorge sat siletly as he looked at his drink his expression dark and foreboding.

"Of course you came for her. But there is nothing left. Her words are but an echo... wind rattling an empty cage."

Jorge grabbed the bottle and drunk deeply from it, coughing as vapors filled his lungs and forced him to stop.

"I do not want to talk about it. I don't want to think about it. I don't want to hear anything to do with that. I am tied down and I can not and will not involve myself in other's affairs. My actions reflect on those I am to govern and the nation wich I am now a part of."