Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140401162322/@comment-3293219-20140403081446

Set awoke in his cell; he had been out of it for some time...

To his surprise, his wound didn't hurt as much as he thought it would. Maybe lying still for a few hours had done some good.

He sat up and looked around, suddenly noticing his familiar surroundings and grumbling as he realised that he was back in 'prison.' This time his cell was isolated from the others, he couldn't see or hear anyone else. The Bosmer kneeled up and stayed silent, listening out for any signs of other prisoners, but after a few minutes, he deduced that he truly was alone.

He closed his eyes and exhaled to calm himself down, he wasn't panicking yet and he wouldn't waste valuable anger when he was alone. He'd store up his hatred and anger and use it when the time was right...

His focus was on Miri, well, usually anyway. He'd picture her as she was; cheerful, carefree, empathic, curious...

It always ended the same way, like most of the times that he had cared for someone...

Guilt would overcome him and then he'd see that gruesome image...

This time he found himself distracted, Miri faded from his mind and she was replaced with his...

Friends...

It felt like an odd concept for Set to grasp but he felt like he had friends now or at least something that would pass off as such. He felt concern when they were hurt and an urge to help when they were in trouble and he wanted to stick around...

The Bosmer thought back, before they entered Telemachus' bullshit negotiating trap. The coward didn't even show up, which was fortunate for him as Set would have put an end to him, there and then, even if it killed him.

He found himself losing his grip on his temper, casting his mind to just before...

''"In case we die tonight, I want that to be my last memory." ''

He didn't think it meant anything; she was scared, traumatised even and so she looked to the closest thing that she had to a friend, right now, for comfort. She had made advances at the temple, sure but that was all a game, an effort to piss Julie off, to which he was happy to oblige at the time but at the peer and in the cave, it got so...

Serious...

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Then there was Julie, whose behavior around him had completely changed, over the last three days or so. Her tone was softer and she rarely insulted him. Though, that could just be the exhaustion taking effect and a desire for company during these dark times... Sooner or later, things would return to normal and they'd realise that he was just a disfigured psychopath, who wasn't there when they needed him as he was too busy selling a necklace, that he looted off of the corpse of a noblewoman.

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Though… After all they’d   been through, ‘normality’ just felt like a distant memory. Would he go back? Could he go back to how things were?

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The Bosmer lay down on the floor of his cell, putting his arm across his eyes, to block out the light and sighed heavily, casting his mind back to three days ago.

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Unlike before, he didn't miss it. He didn't miss being an unimportant scrounger, who worked, ate and slept alone. He had purpose now, friends, a goal in life, possible love interests and a desire to live.

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">And that made him more dangerous than ever...