Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150927185025

"How can you say this is your fault?" Azulius asked, confusion mixed with his tears. "Did you hear anything those guys said?"

"You were my first friend here in Vale.  Ever since, you've always been there for me, worrying about me and all that jazz.  And how have I paid you back?  By lying to your face every day and getting you caught in the crossfire.  Uriel came to Vale to hunt me down, because of my past.  You didn't even know about any of this until tonight."

"And I couldn't even save you.  If it wasn't for Trigo and the family crew, you would have--"  he sniffled, then went right back into crying into her shoulder, trying his hardest not to enjoy the warmth of her hug.

It wasn't a thing he told many people, but Azzie loathed the cold. Vacuo was a nice warm climate compared to Beacon, and his suits had turned from a fashion statement into extra layers against the cold. Any source of warmth, whether a mug of hot cocoa or a hug, which he rarely received, was to be welcomed. When he wasn't crying his eyes out over nearly getting his friend killed, that was.