Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20170729033202/@comment-30379057-20171203225034

Amber nodded and left the kitchen. She remembered how she used to be really similar to Aster in a lot of ways before her village was attacked.

Darian sat down next to his father, obviously troubled by something. "You really didn't leave mom, right...?" he had a slight hesitance in his question.

Bigby did not glance at him, and instead still looked at the wood of the table. "No, no of course not," he replied. "We were on a journey to Vale, since Itallingrad was full of problems. It's the kind of place where if you don't look for trouble, then trouble looks for you. I had teammates in Vale that were willing to help us get out of Itallingrad, but it would take a few hours. Me and your mother were attacked by Grimm along the way, so we just told you to run, and never look back, remember?" he glanced at Darian, who nodded. "We both managed to fight off most of the Grimm, but that's when it showed up." he said, obviously talking about Hannibal. "Your mother was gravely injured in the fight against the other Grimm, that she didn't stand a chance against it. I tried to fight it until the end, but I was too weak, too exhausted. And then it left me aive, as if to keep me suffering. I looked at your mother, and it was her lifeless body that I held in my arms." his hands curled into fists. "Then my teammates finally showed up, but I was angry. I was grief-striken, so I blamed them for the death of my wife, which wasn't true. I became a loner, a recluse. I didn't trust anybody to have my back from that day forward."

He looked at the paper in front of him. "What's this?" he turned his attention to Margrit.