Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26543176-20140211071337/@comment-7497475-20140215123414

Leaning closer, Noir studied Vermont's face. Pain. But not what she could understand.

"That is something that eludes me. I can inflict it, I can use it to my own advantage. But I can never understand such pain."

The most powerful form of pain, and she couldn't know it. For a brief moment she wondered if she could justify herself. It wasn't the first time, but definitely the one that hit her the hardest. It troubled her greatly.

"I am a broken shell compared to you. Yet of the two of us, who's life has been harder? Fate is a fickle thing."