Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20160425233615/@comment-24141785-20160429112314

"You said yourself that it she made a mistake locking them away!" Gabriel retorted, becoming increasingly more annoyed with the situation. "Look, the world's gifted us with a shit hand: and it fucking sucks. But Shakti needs us now more than fucking ever. We can't just give up what's best for her because we finally realised that life isn't all sunshine 'n' fucking happiness: she isn't ever going to be herself unless we fix this."

"I know you're going through a bad fucking time - I get that. But you can easily turn around your life if you believe you can: fix whatever has gone wrong." Gabriel was practically fuming, finally speaking his voice out. "And meanwhile the guy you're speaking to has to bear a fucked up face for the rest of his life! No one wants to be friends with two-fucking-face. Hell, most people can barely look at my fucking face!"

The Breton stopped, cupping his hands in his head as he leant back against the bench. In an odd way, it felt good to say it out loud. To finally succumb to the fact that he would never be the same person he once used to be...

...That I'll never be that charasmatic asshole that people once saw as someone who was cool...someone people could fucking look at.

He slowly glanced back at the Khajiit, pushing the hair away from his eyes as he sighed softly. "I... was never meant to say that. I'm sorry..."