Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190417015551/@comment-27661770-20190420154739

Pain. Pain was an old feeling, it had been... How long had it been? Holy fuck, bhow fucking long?!

The voice might be offering something too good to be true but... dammit, he knew that it was right.

...He shut his eyes, and somehow instinctively reached for his face. The hand trembled, under both the weight of the beating he was receiving and the weight of the moment.

He was scared and alone and miserable. All things he'd never let the world know.

But even through it all, he was still stupendously pissed off.

About time he actually make some headway...

...? Saying he hadn't already. Had he? He;d thought he had.

No time. Instinctually- he assumed- his hand grasped his face, and RIPPED.

And he never knew pain quite like that before. It locked him up.

But the sudden burst of guards flying everywhere at least told him whatever happened, worked.

Meaning: time to get back down to business.