Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150609040541/@comment-25127382-20150614114743

As Lavinia once again reached the outskirts of Helgen, she began feeling a bit weary. She entered one of the less damaged houses, where she sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall. She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket, placing one between her lips. She then whipped out a match, scraped it against the wall, causing it to ignite, and lit her cigarette, throwing the match out through the window.

Lavinia took a large puff of her cigarette, and then reached for her comms unit. "Lilith..."

"Yes Lavinia?" Lilith asked

"Mary..." Lavinia was interrupted.

"Your sister is fine, Lavinia. Elizabeth is looking after her. She should be fighting fit in a week or two, and everything will go back to normal."

"Not sure I liked normal..." Lavinia muttered.

"Why not? You were a damned good team."

"Incorrect." Lavinia replied. "We were and are weapons, forged and sharpened to be wielded by others. Incapable of being held responsible, yet still forced to supress guilt and conscience."

"Such is life Lavinia, the life you were offered and chose."

"Because of the shitty alternative..." Lavinia muttered, her mood slightly dampened.