Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160616160106

Abello looked at the group behind him as he smiled in himself. He felt glad, to a certain extent. Glad he was travelling with others, just like before. Tristan, Linde, Simon.. they were all dead now, unfortunately, but he was still there, and his duty compelled him to move on. He would fight with his life - he did not feel like parting with anyone else, not anymore. He wouldn't be able to get over it. He knew himself - even the people he had just met, he did not want anyone else to die in his presence, especially if something could be done about it, which always can. Linde thaught him that, and he wouldn't forsake her and what she left behind.

"Lyre, you've been awfully silent, and we know next to nothing about you. You are merely tagging along, without a word spoken." Abello suddenly remarked as he looked at her over his shoulder.

"Are the current events silencing you? Shocked? Amazed? Or rather.. apathetic or indifferent? It's quite difficult to see what's going in that head of yours."

Aerzed of Yokuda took the liberty to reply to Alandria's question, although it was clear he wasn't all that talkative like Abello. He merely shrugged.

"The rookeries of the city, only. I know little about the place, but we only need to cross a small part of it in order to reach the 'river'. " He told her.

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Sebastien walked beside Katla - not that he had chosen to, but he simply walked at the same, calm but swift pace. In truth, it wouldn't matter who he walked with. He felt rather different encountering these people yet again. He had seen so many pass, watched so many die, had seen a few once and never returned, all dying at the hand of his former adversary.

He glanced sideways at the woman for a moment.

''Yet, she.. and the others.. they did what I did not. I was sure they were just another group, trudging towards their death, but somehow they , of all people, made it. How? Why? ''

He grinned, before staring back to what was ahead of him.

"Fate is awfully strange." He muttered to himself, just loud enough for those around him to hear. Perhaps that was the intention.

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