Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150510174752/@comment-5543592-20150514023123

"No." He said. He rolled to the side and over top of her, his face hovering above her's. "I'm your family." And suddenly, it clicked. He had an epiphany. Or maybe he just didn't give a fuck whether he lived or died.

He guided her sword to his throat, and pressed the cool metal edge, barely warmed by his own blood, into the skin of his neck.

"It's okay." He whispered. "It's okay.  I love you." He reached up with his other hand and brushed her hair back from her face, and stared into her eyes. If she was to kill him now, and he never saw her again, the one thing he wanted to remember was her face, so he took it in. "I forgive you.  It's okay.  I forgive you.  I love you, Kay.  I love you." He repeated over and over.