Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160319173730/@comment-24141785-20160322232057

As the two forces stood against each other, the sun sunk beneath the horizon. A horizontal line crept into a small crevice in the wall, and it seemed to be a metaphor for boundaries that should not be crossed. Edward walked from side to side, glaring deeply at his nephew.

"How did this happen to you?" The man grunted, dragging the mace along the floor. "You could have made a difference in this world, lived a life worth living. You had the chance to die as a hero, to be remembered and respected.

And now you are here, striking the bottom of the barrel. You threw away everything you had because you were weak and pathetic! You betrayed everyone around you and caused fellow legionnaires to die because of your incompetance! We could have caused the Legion to be better and stronger! But you decided to place your emotions above a future for us... And now, we are suffering deeply because of your treachery."

Gabriel, meanwhile, simply stood by - watching in disbelief and pain as his own uncle, the man that would have once thrown his life for him, spill out his hatred. This wasn't like the Edward Velaette he once knew, and he knew thay he would have been smarter. Nonetheless, he couldn't help byt be at a loss of words. Gabe was clearly suffering from this...