Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24304510-20140416200630/@comment-24296957-20140524202856

Amet smiled at Luna, locking his weary, tired eyes with her. With what little strength he had, Amet placed his hand on Luna's arm.

"I...want to thank you for caring for me, Luna...from the beggining, you...always have." Amet gazed into Luna's eyes. He saw concern, not only for his health...but for something else. The boy decided to take a stab at what she was thinking about.

"Luna...if you think i'm...mad at you from earlier," Amet continued, "I...I'm not.  From a tactician's point of view, that was textbook.  Sudden...movement that stunned to enemy....I'm proud of you, whether you meant it or not, Luna." He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out.

"But...I have other...things to confess.  Luna, I...I care for you, too.  I don't want...to see any hurt come to you.  Luna, I..." Amet's voice trailed off.