Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150518062512/@comment-24696651-20150522223058

Lysander paused. He briefly considered staying away from the Workers' Party. When he was on one of his mood swings, he'd be too physcopathic and engrossed in himself to care. But when he was sane, when he could recognise is own insanity, the plight of others, and see the human world in all its beauty and simplicity, even for one, brief, fleeting moment, the things he saw would stay in his mind.

He realised, however, that he wasn't in the best position to help.

"You can shackle someone, but you cannot shackle an idea," Lysander told her, almost as though he was trying to convince himself. ""Tell me your ideas, and I can free you friends,"