Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190112061821

"His...blood...dried?" Prad shifts around, unsure of what he heard "Drain his blood? As in, siphon him utterly? Is that what you mean by draining him?"

He lowers his head. This is unexpected. An actual unexpected question thrown in his direction. One Prad wasn't ready to answer. Or at least, he isn't.

"I mean...this Marcus...he has people to look after...does he not...surely there is another...can he surv...maybe..."

The flow of words comes in chaos to Prad, looking mroe and more as if he was dialoguing with himself "I mean...he has become a family man...but he's got the strength of a beast...he's pulled from the most of this...it wouldn't be fair to take his life now that...but he's been involved in this sorry affair...he didn't want to...but he was...he wasn't himself...exactly...he suffered a chink...but...he fell under their control...it wasn't..."

The words began streaming in stability, streaming in a direction of thought "...he fell under their spell...it is only fair, is it not...he can't be made accountable...but he did, didn't he...he faded from them...dragged the youngling...dragged the elder...dragged everyone..."

Prad lifts his veiled shroud back, a decision stirred from the self-dialogue "Does he...does he have to be utterly drained? Can he offer a reasonable amount? If so, then relief. If not...well, it won't be for nothing, will it?