Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150828011841/@comment-25038310-20150902165339

Archo looked down at Artik - a bitter reminder as to why he never preferred company over solitude. Atleast, if he died, noone would bat an eye. Noone would be hurt. He always made sure of that. And if he remembered correctly, before he actually died he did just the same thing.

''Wait.. remember?''

Sever ties and relationships. Cause hate instead of grief after he died. Although, looking back, he wasn't sure if he had made the right option.

''Hold on.. a woman? Brown hair. By the divines, I recalled something. ''

A brief flash of an image soared through his mind - that of a lady, dressed in simple attire and dress. Brown eyes, brown braided hair and a small smile. He felt something for her - or used to, as his eyesight became abit blurry by the cause of something wet. He felt grief, although the reason as to why he couldn't completely figure out. Perhaps family or a loved one?

He briefly looked at Artik again. He was sort of grateful that the dog brought forth a small fragment of his mind.

"Thank you." He muttered.