Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170417012440/@comment-27661770-20170421010231

Vinnie stared out a windeow at the spectacle, with more than a little fear on his face.

Darwin was rocking back and forth. Scarred. All the things he'd seen, all the lives his mother had taken to keep him safe. All the scars.

Edgy... but reasonably so. The boy was a child in a war. His innocence was dead, murdered at the hands of villainy.

Jake looked out a different window, a vengeful hatred deep in his eyes.

They hurt the person he called brother, and raised like a son. They hurt him. And they hurt so many others. Children. Civilians. Pacifists.

They had spared no one, and for that no one would be spared.