Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4356155-20131206051655/@comment-24479348-20131214022759

( I didn't want to surface ; I thought it would be against the RP in a way... )

Dekltite awakens, but only slightly. He begins hallucinating... He sees his brother...

"Dek, what have you gotten yourself into?"

Dekltite can't believe his eyes, his brother was supposed to be dead.

"Well? Dek, just because we're slaves doesn't mean we should let everyone treat us like a smelly mis-hatched egg!"

Dekltite: "Wha- Jiklnit, aren't you dead?"

The newly identified Jiklnit: "We can get out of anything, remember?"

That last word echoes in his mind, anything. Dekltite now passes out completely, having the false belief that his brother had just visited him. The thing was: Jiklnit is dead. He was killed by excessive brutality from a slave trader. The corpse, mutilated beyond recognition. Because of this, Dekltite always hoped he'd been alive... He will never see his brother again. Not in this lifetime.