Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140826123031/@comment-5583506-20140905232719

"Haven't you polished that gun enough, love?" asked Shabhira and put a comforting hand on his arm.

It was only until then he became aware that for the last fifteen minutes he had been stroking the pipe of his sniper rifle. "Don't call Khajiit that", he said and pulled away his arm from her. "It's just like you said: Da'Shanji is dead. Everything this one used to be died when you pulled the trigger. Everything. Da'Shanji is Gatz now, and Gatz has an assignment to handle; killing everyone at the Guild."

Shabhira was saddened and lowered her ears. "So... so you don't love Shabhira?"

He looked at her as though he was examining her. "Love is such a strong word. Da'Shanji might have loved you, but I am not him. He is dead. Gatz is alive."

For every word he said it was like twisting a dagger into her heart. "Do you think there is a chance to revive that part from Da'Shanji? His love for Shabhira?"

He didn't know what to answer. She was pretty, that was true. And she loved him. Somehow he knew they were meant to be as he had loved her before the incident. Was there really anything preventing him from resurrecting those feelings for her.

"Let's not discuss this any further", he stated and continued to clean the pipe. "Gatz want this one to shine like the Moons when he puts a bullet through Ra'Zirr's head."