Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160726193402/@comment-24685738-20160730033805

(Hehe, found a way to reply for tonight!)

Juliette, too distraught and exhausted to even climb into a bed, had just passed out on the deck, clutching her pregnant stomach. Why should this... thing... get to live, when Connor can't? What evil, cruel, bitter god decided that a weak, snivelling baby should soon come into the world when a bright, shining light of a human being had to leave it?

Diana stayed asleep, exhausted. She had woken up in the middle of the night and only then had everything that had happened truly hit her. Since the Altmer Prince had grabbed her and started cutting away at her dress, she had just... gone away. It was something she had learned to do, on those long nights with Levi.

She had woken up and began to sob into her pillow, staining the bed with her tears. Adder had been like a younger brother to her, one she had taught, and helped, and loved. And now, he was gone forever.

Hawke had clung to Scire for support in the night. As she wasn't able to even fall asleep, the scene hit her, over and over and over. She thought how it should've been her, how she was a broken toy who killed for sport, while Adder should've had a bright future ahead of him.

Now, she sat at in the Crow's nest, wittling away at a chunk of wood. She would find a way to honor her friend, she knew.

Levi approached Crimson, in the morning. "I have... Connor's remains kept away." He said, quietly. "I was hoping to bury him in Hammerfell... I already sent a message to his parents, his father is on a trading envoy. We should... tell them what happened to their son."