Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150309083952/@comment-29458028-20150309130931

Levith stroked Alisa's long, smooth hair with his hand, dispelling his gauntlet so she would feel his palm instead of cold, hard metal. He didn't let go of her, not smiling, as he pocketed the drink again.

"Really, calm down. I know it's hard when a friend dies, but in the end, life must go on. No magic can bring him back, for he had left for somewhere he probably is happier to be..."

(Why does Levith not feel bad? He's seen so many people die in his life, he's jaded to it)