Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130604074342/@comment-24038198-20130608205241

Viola felt sorry. She knew that fact best of all. She had seen living proof of what people can do. She looked at Aleks, wondering if she could get him alone to ask him a few things, maybe tell him the truth. If she kept it to herself any longer, she felt like she would die of anxiety, if that were possible. She walked faster along the hall and told Caccia, "Hold on, stay back. I think there is a trap up here. Aleks, let's see if we can deal with it." To tell the truth, she was pretty sure there was not a trap for at least another five minutes of walking. She wanted to talk to him. Maybe she would get enough time to tell him who she was. Even if she only told one person, it would make her feel better knowing that her only friend knew what she really was. It would be so nice to hear her own name again after seven years on the run. To hear what "Amy" sounded like when he said it...