Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140120213039/@comment-15792134-20140215030814

Urdin had remembered the day in question. He recalled it often as a personal hell. Being paralyzed at an alter attending a demented funeral for his deceased friend while his living friends Zaffre and Black had to fight the treacherous butler that had drugged him and brough him there to kill him. Being defensless and hopeless. He had come to hate that day. But Zaffre's second part of the question had caught him by such surprise that he had to stop himself from falling out his chair. He blinked as though he was just struck.

"Wha... what!?" He stammered still struck dumb. He swallowed and regained most of his composure. But his face had burned as red as the dust Zaffre was cleaning.

"I mean... That's..." He stammered then took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Raleigh was everything in my world. Even now... I miss her dearly. But what's happened has happened. It can't change. I cared about her... and... I think I still do. It's difficult." He went mute looking into Zaffre's disassembled weapon as though it were an oracle with the answer to everything. In truth he knew the exact answer to it. He did love Raliegh. He still loved Raliegh. But he couldn't bring himself to say it. A corner of his mind held him in fear. Fear that he was wrong, that he didn't care. Or that he was mistaken what love was, and though he had to learn a hard lesson about doubting yourself against an enemy. He still hadn't learned who to doubt when your mind was the enemy.