Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20160818194620/@comment-26383377-20160822010010

Arthus watched Alex leave with Jones, and noted how he carried her. With care, gentleness, with love. Doubt began creeping into his mind. He's seen it happen before, those who would give everything they had for those they love. Another memory flashed into his mind.

"Rictor! Put your blade down, and surrender. You will face justice. No more blood needs to be shed."

"Never! You're going to kill her, aren't you? You and your filthy order of Knights! Just leave her alone!"

"Rictor, she is a beast. A threat, a danger. We cannot let this resume! You swore an oath, Ricter! Does that mean nothing to you!?"

"It did. It meant something before I discovered that you were all genocidal lunatics!"

"You killed five of my men, betrayed our cause. To defend our enemy. You are the only lunatic present here."

"I'll kill you, Arthus! I swear it!"

A sword was drawn. "So be it."

Arthus blinked and shook his head, groaning as he recovered from the memory.