Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-27550231-20170528055742

Jorge's limping pace slows down to a near halt as he walks around Marcus. ["What's he doing here? There's got to be a reason for him to be so far from home... Something isn't right here."]

Jorge's vision clouds up once more as his darker self manifests in the corner of his peripherals. "Oh? so you came along? I'm surprised to see that you didn't come along whimpering between that so called doctor's legs! AHAHA! Loathsome bastard, if it wasn't for him they'd still be alive. If it wasn't for him WE WOULND'T BE IN SUCH A MISERABLE STATE!"

Jorge slowly starts to back away from Marcus as these words echo in his mind. While this may be true there's no way he could have known this beforehand, there's no way that Marcus could be held accoutable... could he? Jorge lets out a gutter groan in an attempt to say The Hound's name but the effort only leaves his wound itching and bleading once more.