Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181124073326

"Undeath in suffering. Forever astray...the never end" the man in the wall speaks, looking to speak from exposure to these sort "The wanderers, devoid of purpose. Often human, like us, yet this one speaks as if a piece of him had died so long ago. How amusing, for a corpse to cling to the heat of life while they usher in the suffering of others".

Prad's eyes had turned violet once again, shifted to the man in the wall, hidden still. His humanity speaks to this...pain. Another one lost to the winds "Your heart...it almost sounds like you're speaking of an individual".

For some reason, these words had hit home, sparking familiarity in someway to Prad. His eyes cross in confusion, surprised of his own speech.