Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140521023836/@comment-24147026-20140604085244

The Sentai winced at the girl's words, they echoed back many of his own thoughts from earlier in the day. Feelings of worthlessness and despair tug at his heart, making him swallow a lump in his throat the threatened to grow into an emotional showing.

Things have calmed down though it seemed, the girl had gone limped and he had removed the blade from her possession. Pocketing the offending razor, he stepped back to allow the two their privacy.

The girl was wrong in what she said, people did like her from what he saw, cared about her well-being. It was himself who would be forgotten when it came down to it, his actions and words were meaningless when one hid behind a mask.

He had accepted that fact long ago, but this event began to make his question that decision. Frowning as he felt the weight of the razor in his once empty pocket, he began to walk away to his original task.