Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-25808351-20160905031851

(Not the badass end I was hoping for, Doc, but I'll take it.)

I watch almost aw struck, as Conrad's ashen remains flutter to the ground. A great swell of regret washes over me, for I did not kill my old enemy, but at the same time, relief. Relief that he is dead and can no longer burn this world down. But I can hear it, footsteps. Footsteps with a subtle intention of necessary harm if needed. Looking back, I see Snake inching closer to Lucida. Not waiting for any reason, I walk over to Lucida, clenching my wound. With my free hand, I place it on Lucida's head and guide her away from Snake.

Lucida looks up conflicted at my touch. Where once she would see it as comfort, now she feels uncertain. I push her toward her father and watch Snake carefully. His intentions for the best, but he may stand against my promise to Ibrahim. So I watch him, he will not touch Lucida. We will find another way.