Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140826123031/@comment-5583506-20140904000433

Shabhira sat down next to Gatz in his room. "Do you... do you want to talk about the past?"

He shook his head. "No. This one is feeling nauseous, just by thinking Da'Shanji would even be capable of such monstrosity. This one would have expected this from anyone else, but himself."

"It's not your fault anymore, Da'Shanji. You are a new man now. That man you used to be died when I pulled the trigger."

"And that just makes everything okay then?" he spat. "Will that bring back our dead siblings?! No! No, it won't! Khajiit is cursed for what he has done!" He stood up angrily with tears running from his eyes. "Although, he has decided that he won't stay here."

It saddened Shabhira to hear of his decision. "Where do you... where do you plan to go?"

He grabbed his gun from the nearby table and uncocked it. "To the Guild", he hissed. "To make sure that each and everyone of those fuckers will pay! They made this one into a monster! Well, Da'Shanji, no... Gatz will show them just what happens when you create a monster!"