Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7974155-20140828132051

It was getting dark, he could barely see through his hair and hood, his body was aching and his head was filled with images of dead men, women and children. Saffron was depressed, he was lost, and he was hating it.

It had been days since he was triggered, since his latest rampage, but Saff was still feeling guilty about what he had done, he still felt guilty about killing those people, even though it wasn't of his own free will, he could still see their remains, their twisted faces, and he was loosing it.

Why....why can't I forget about those people...why can't I forget about what I did....Why can't I just forget!?

Saffron's train of thought was stopped as he ran face first into a tree, almost letting out a roar of frustration that was quickly replaced by quiet sobbing as he slumped down against said tree and rested his head in his gauntleted hands, trying not to burst out in tears.

"Dammit...why can't I just have peace..." 