Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20180823195954

Jorge watched impassionately as Marcus and Paramool spoke to one another, his uncaring gaze locked onto his helmet. His mask... He was exposed not only in a physical but emotional way as well. No longer could he hid his pain and his anger, his fear and his joy under the unblinking eyes of wrought iron. It was all there for the world to see. He was at the mercy of their judgement now, every scrying eye seemsed to fall upon him burying their retinas into his still healing flesh. Judging. Watching.

He was visibly uncomfortable and the gentle ringing that hearalded the return of his hearing did little to ease his mind.