Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150309093937/@comment-29458028-20150311085750

"Erys, stay focused on me, do not sleep just yet. I have to try and mitigate all your pain. I fear the child is not stable ... I made a mistake, I endangered your life..." said Raphael, his eyes downcast, even though the monoton resumed. It was possible to detect regret, though.

"Well, Shasha, go to sleep or something. Carriage rides bore the shit out of me. There's a reason I don't talk to my son. He enjoys carriage rides with his family. I hate carriage rides and I hate his wife even more. We haven't talked in like three, five years?" said Remillia quietly, looking out of the window of the carriage.

"Well, I see him as boring and over intellectual. His wife sees me as a disgusting whore, while Astarael himself ... he seems to hate my bisexuality. He's a nice boy, though ... I miss him, even though I shouldn't."