Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24080120-20140520093856/@comment-7497475-20140615134019

"Bah!"

Frowning at him, Noir waved his comment off.

"It didn't make me strong. It made me weak. I lost a hand, for two weeks I had a stump that bleed half the time. A certain someone made me strong when he got me this hand. But even still, that one instance didn't change me. I changed because one person told me how he saw the world. That's what made me strong. And this sounds corny as hell. Whatever, I made me who I am with the help of another. Not through someone cutting my hand off."

Taking another sip, Noir felt a bit of irritation when she glanced at her prosthetic.