-He needed to kill it-
-Before it twisted its way in his ears and ate his name-
-Not going back-
-Never going back-
-Everything burns-
-It's dark here-
-You failed-
I don't. I don't anymore.
-Is actually covered in severe burns in non-panicked flashback land-
-The ice has melted so he makes more-
edited 23rd Jan '15 10:32:44 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistIt's not your fault.
People talk, and while the walk through the words they step on loose soil and under the ground- hurt. Skeletons, reaching and clawing and grasping, gasping for air yet they are without lungs.
-He looks at Cloud-
You're safe. I won't let anyone take you. You're going to be alright because there are people who care about you.
...
-Looks at his own-
-They're alternately long and filled with dirt or short and ragged-
-Also severe burns-
...I think there's things you can cut them with. But you can bite them, too. There isn't feeling in them if you don't get too close to your fingers.
edited 23rd Jan '15 10:44:02 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

I won't. I don't hurt anyone anymore. I'm sorry. It won't happen, ever again. It won't.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist