Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170804001432/@comment-31336039-20170930082603

So to say, John was not very happy to meet again. Especially when he was thinking to finally be alone. According to Ragna, she was an esper, able to read in his memories in addition to the pseudos tentacles that are her seaweed.

He confessed honestly after a long sigh.

John: "I would not gain anything to join them below. Especially since I do not know any of them and I think you already know what I'm really capable of with this." Pointing his gun on his thigh.

He was silent, watching the clouds pass in the sky, recalling what he had lived since his arrival. A little thought went to the ambush stretched on the plane crash survivors' camp and the bag he had abandoned. The flight, the solitude, its meeting with Ragna, the wild boar, the fall, the ogres and finally this tower ...

John burst out laughing before he caught Mera's gaze."Sorry, it's just that the fact that I'm still alive is ridiculous. I do not know if I'm cursed or incredibly lucky. And I'm sorry for what I did and think of you before. I am grateful to you for letting me rest here."