Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150420010641/@comment-5543592-20150420220655

Dacian didn't say anything. He just watched Kay's face with a solemn expression, before moving onto the bed next to her.

"My brother died in a hospice." He finally spoke after a long while, and his voice was barely a whisper. "Jean, Jean-Claude Horley the second, as he was formally called.  He had taken a blow to the head.  It shattered his skull and destroyed part of his brain.  I went back to High Rock, briefly, to visit him, just after I got my parent's letter.  He was still alive, but he wasn't himself.  His head and face were disfigured.  He could barely speak, and when he did it was nonsense.  He couldn't walk on his own, and the hour before he went to sleep he just screamed endlessly, with no rhyme or reason."

Dacian shuddered, and if Kay looked up she could see a tear had found it's way down his cheek.. "He was the father to me.  Everything I value, he taught me.  I loved my brother.  But no one else shared that sentiment.  Nobody lifted a finger in his name.  He fought for his country, and once he was useless, they discarded him.  Like a dried up mare.  Locked him up in a place like this, and threw away the key.  And I'll be damned if that happens to anyone else."