Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140301210623/@comment-24296957-20140717012346

"I don't know...what you expected of me, when you first saw me." Amet continued to whisper.

"Perhaps cocky, perhaps withdrawn...it's not for me to say.  But...your past, it doesn't bother me, Deryn.  I don't hate you for what you have done.  Because we all have reasons...I know I had mine..." Amet's voice trailed off. He sniffled, dropped his gaze to the ground, then returned it to Deryn.

"When I first saw you, Deryn, I had a vauge idea of who you could possibly had been.  And...I wanted to know.  Because...you intruged me...and when I screwed up, back at Beacon? I...wanted to punch myself, over and over.  I still haven't come to forgive myself.

"And..." Amet paused again, "if it's one thing...know that I can understand you.  Know that I don't resent nor hate you because of the past you left behind.  Am I confessing love? I..." His voice trailed of once more.

"I don't know..."