Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20130919213800/@comment-15792134-20131014021250

Urdin paled at being named leader. Then at Melira so easily reading his... What was the feeling called? It was a mixture of guilt, fear, disgust, and yet disturbingly; pleasure. He really didn't know how to explain it, it was what he had been training his whole life for until he joined Beacon. One part of him condemed himself as a murderer while another congragulated him for having the will to kill. Before he could answer Zaffre had fallen.

He rushed to grab her, just managing to catch her head from hitting the ground. He let her down before being pushed aside by the doctor; who checked her pulse.

"She's alive. Now back up and let me work." The doctor stated waving Urdin back. Urdin stood and turned to Melira drawing a shaking breath.

"It... it feels like... I don't even know. How would you describe the feeling of being able to justify commiting murder?" Urdin said his voice cracking. He swallowed again. He had just killed two people in cold blood. Mercilessly and brutally, and now they named him leader? He grew sick. This wasn't what he expected from his first misson. He took a step sideways and caught himself on the airship hull. If it weren't for the fact he hadn't eaten at all today he would have probably thrown up.

"I... I can't be leader ma'am. I don't have what it takes. You've got the wrong person for the job." He said shaking. He moved to grab his hood out of habit but realized he wasn't wearing it. Looking back at it, wrapped as a sling around Melira. He grew silent, memories of the first casualty he had caused.

''I'm not meant to be a leader. ''Was his only thought.