Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140929032244/@comment-24296957-20141104151707

If I hadn't become a hunter...

Amet shook his head. He didn't like to talk about his past. But here, he felt like her had no choice. But could he trust Regda? he did in the past, and nothing had happened. Maybe he could.

"I'd still be on the streets," Amet spoke in a hushed tone, "I'd still be in a dead-end, under-the-table job.  But I'd still live with the pain of not knowing where my people are.  Not knowing when I'd be next. I wouldn't have anywhere else to go. I'd be carrying on right on the verge of insanity."

Amet looked to Regda. "That's where I'd be - dead either way."

He closed his eyes. "But in my line of exploration, I need those answers. And either way, I need to uncover them. To find out where my people went - if they're captured, or if they were slaughtered.  Those images still haunt my dreams.

"But when I find them, what's next? I've been living in this way for as long as I can remember - wondering where they went. It's hard for me to grasp a life without that. But still, somewhere inside, I yearn for that day's coming."

Amet opened his eyes. "Sorry," he laughed weakly, "I rambled on a bit there..."