Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140808141445/@comment-5583506-20140809204149

"Look, I just wanted to apologize for..."

"Don't", interrupted Varg and looked at Mara. "It's I should apologize. You tried to help and I damn nearly broke your neck back there."

She stroke the area where his fingers had taken their grip. "Well... apology accepted. But I should at least have asked you if I could have had a chance to see what you've been through."

"That answer still stands though: no you can't. It's private and it's not something that is pretty to look at."

She put her hands to the sides. "I am not easily scared, Varg. I have grown up watching my mother's twisted little realm of unimaginable horror."

"Your mother is Vaermina then I take it?" He raised an eyebrow. "You may have point there. But the fact remains that your mother's realm is that of imaginations, dreams and nightmares. Things that aren't real. My memories of what my brother did are real. So there is a difference. The reality is often far much worse than that of fiction."

"I understand." She gave him a sad smile. "My offer still stands though. I really want to help you overcome this."

"If you want to help", said Varg and scratched his stubble. "You can start by sharpening up a nice iron spike to impale my brother on, once I get him..."