Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151201230232/@comment-24141785-20151203001600

Gabriel was helping set one of the tents up, deciding he needed to help. The Breton flummoxed with the hammar, missing the peg, and started to feel anxeity.

The silence...

There was a reason why he feared silence. After the roads of soldiers being butcher echo the air, and the rain has set, all that is left is the silence - and the aftermath: something Gabriel has experienced.

Make it stop...

Images flashed into his mind. Bloodied faces, full of fear and stress. The blood, as it splatters across the ground, and the stomach erupting with blood.

''Can't... Not anymore... I failed them!''

He dropped the peg, ssitting backwards in an attempt to calm himself. As he looked up, he saw Naomi heading towards Diana, and knew something was going to happen.

''Need... To play it off...''