Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190417015551/@comment-27661770-20190418165632

Roe drives his blade down one more time, before the crowd wears down on him.

Shit. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

He might.

Fuck. He might not make it. He wanted a fight and waded in too deep FUCK.

Once in his life, he remembers how... alone he felt at the day of the battle. Like an eight-year-old, sitting there scared to death. Trembling, reaching out for anything.

He began to hear a voice break through.

"...hear me? You... on't... ...to make... ahead in life! Come on, we both know that this isn't you really! You gotta just open wide! There's still a kid in you, don't just shove him into a corner! And that doesn't mean there won't be fight in you! You ALWAYS had fight in yoyu!"