Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140616181010/@comment-3293219-20140617150632

Jaryl began to sob into Isis' shoulder crying as he curled up beside her, gently wrapping his arm around her waist as he cried into her neck.

"Th-this is all my f-f-fault..." He whispered, bringing his hand up and down her stomach.

"I was... Too weak to protect you... F-Fuckin'... Wor-Worthless..." The Bosmer shuddered, gently stroking he hair out of her eyes as he felt every bit of his essence drain out of him, like his own soul had been taken and filled with nothing but a void that made him sick to his stomach.

"I failed you..."