Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20181120223710

He hesitates. Jorge looks down at the crushed helm, the imprints of Paramool's fingers sinking deep into the blessed metal. He looks back up to Armata then to his helm before stepping forward and handing it to him. He looks into his eyes not letting go of his last piece of his old life.

"I trust you to do as I would and return it to its original state. This helmet is as much of me as I am of it. It is my image. It is who I am. With this I put my life in your hands Armata. As you have with this covenant."

With that Jorge released his grip upon the helmet relinquishing all it stood for to Armata.