Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140808141445/@comment-5583506-20140809172517

Varg washed his face off in a nearby pond. He had barely slept anything the night before. He had recurring nightmares about everything Sidion had done.

"So you want to talk about it?" said a calm voice behind him.

He turned around to face Mara. "Oh, it's you. Talk about what?"

She approached him. "I couldn't help but stare into your dreams last night. I know what you've been through, and I just wanted to..."

His mood changed swiftly into anger. "You stay the fuck out of my head!" he growled.

"Look, whatever this brother of yours have done, you are not to blame for."

He stood up threatingly, towering above as if he could crush her with his gaze. "And why the hell would you know anything about it? Don't act as if you know me, because you don't! None of you do! I am to blame for what Sidion has done, because I was the one who let that bastard live! I should have fucking ripped his corpse into bloody shreds, that way I would have been sure he is dead."

He suddenly grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off the ground. "But is he?! No, he is out there having a blast, probably ripping the legs and arms of infants for all I know, because I didn't make sure that he was dead enough when I could have!"

"Please..." She coughed as her voice grew weaker. "Y-you are... choking... me..."

He came to his senses and dropped her to the ground with a vague thud. "Stay clear from me and my past. Got it? You will never comprehend it and you have no business there anyway. Besides, you may not like what you see if you dig deep enough..." He gave her a harsh stare that spoke of warning. "But I wouldn't recommend it, if you value your life."