Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-11588669-20140419220558

He just continued the motions, ignoring her sobs. He couldn't speak, so no words of reassurance were coming forth. It was meaningless anyways. Actions spoke louder than words. But they couldn't stay on the floor. It just didn't feel right. So he readjusted his grip, one arm going under her legs, to the back of her kness. The other was still around her shoulders. And he hoisted her up, standing tall.

Amusedly, a small portion of his mind noted at she was actually rather small for someone their age.

Walking over to the table, he sat down, letting her continue to sob and cry. Ambrose couldn't judge here- he shot what amounts to an anti-supertank weapon right past her head. Though to see her collapse was unexpected. Sighing mentally, he adjusted his hold on Mari, enough so he had use of his main hand. Quickly, he found an unused piece of paper, and began to write on it. Once finished, he presented it to her. On it was an apology.

'I'm sorry.' It began. 'It was an attempt to scare you, not harm you. And I apologize for that. I didn't realize what affect it would have on you, and I should have at least anticipated something along these lines. I never wanted to hurt you. Nothing along those lines even crossed my mind. I'm so, so sorry...'