Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151006223532/@comment-29559990-20151007221446

Vordel was now shaking. In anger or sadness, she couldn't tell. But it was silent for a while. In his head, he was being bombarded with words from Dalacon.

''She never loved you. Only your flesh...''

She only got close to take your organs...

Every kiss you shared, there was skin in her teeth...

''You fell for a Cannibal. And you fell for her trap...''

''Kill her. Send her to the grave with all the others...''

There was, however, another voice. One that was distorted so that he couldn't recognize it, but he felt a connection with it. It was clearer, and louder than the others. And it said only a single sentence.

Do you not share her pain of keeping something down in you, only to have it break free and want to kill and feed?

In the reality world, Vordel's trembling had stopped, but his voice was still quite shaky.

"Z... Z, I'm... I'm not mad..." He said slowly...