Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150905141843/@comment-5583506-20150911214522

Cat just glared at him suspiciously, but she was no fool. She had tortured men in her days with the bandit gang. She had done unspeakable things to people up until the point where they were willing to lay their hearts bare for her. Literally, if needed be. They probably would have if she had asked them to, all to make the pain go away. Thus she could tell that Pierre's eyes didn't lie. He seemed just as clueless as she was about what had happened on the room and at the same time he had experienced the same joy she remembered that she herself had felt.

This was indeed strange. She barely felt any joy. In fact, she was unsure of just what exactly the term joy meant for her. But she guessed that what she had felt back in that room was as close as she would get to it.

No. This man wasn't to blame. There was a third party involved in all of this. She could tell, but she had no inclination of what that third party would be.

''A drug? A spell? A... half-god?''

She let go of him with a snort. "I see", she murmured.