Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160107051055/@comment-26571677-20160404053613

May the Light of the Pilgrims guide me

The bottoms half of his face was covered by the mask, but his eyes were narrowed, and serious in sight, like they always were. He was carefully contemplating the responsibilities, pros, and cons, balancing them out, and finding if this group would ultimately help him, or forsake him.

I should stop being so critical, and just remember this moment.

Indeed so, brain, indeed so...

He looked up, standing as he did so, and muttered a silent prayer to the heavens, cynically, but still hoping for some sort of answer,

May the light show me my own path...

With that sombre thought gone, he turned and walked down, among the cheering crowd of people, who's faces were alight with a strange happiness, one that he could barely comprehend. It was for them, but he didn't know why.