Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151023161926/@comment-5543592-20151104015832

Pierre stopped as he heard Cat come up behind him.

"I'm just a tool, Cat." Pierre said softly, without any of the anger he'd shown just a moment ago. Either it'd disappated or it was kept tight.

"I'm a tool, and everyone uses me.  No one cares how I feel.  No one asks 'Pierre what do you think?' or 'Pierre how do you feel about this?'  No!  They just expect me to do, do, do!" His voice was rising. "And when someone comes along and treats me nice, or finally appreciates me, finally understands me they fucking die!" He whirled around to face her. "They die on me!  And I'm left alone, wondering what I'm supposed to be doing, and it's not fair!  I never win!  Shit always goes wrong for me!  And Sidion knew it- he fucking knew how I felt about all this-this shit!  What kind of fucked up world is it when a person who wants to eat your guts knows you better than the rest?" He dropped with a thump onto an icy rock. Immediately the snow on and around the stone started to melt.

"I... I just..." He sighed. "I'm a tool..." He repeated.