Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-5543592-20170129022111

"I don't know if I can do that, Najiima." Markos admitted. "But I will try."

There wasn't much left of who he had been. He didn't think much about these days besides killing Goriyn Mortis. He didn't think the man's death would feel good, he didn't think it would bring him peace. But in the moments after Hjalti's death some primal aspect of Markos had seized hold, and it was driving him to kill Goriyn Mortis, no matter the cost to him or anyone else. That was all that mattered.

"But to forget Hjalti... it would kill him a second time." Markos said slowly.

He didn't touch his drink. The sight of it disgusted him suddenly, for some reason.

"This world..." He muttered, "it chews you up and spits you out, taking everything good when it does."