Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150705025032

"My grandmother didn't kick the bucket.  She took a LMG to the chest," Azulius explained, with more than a hint of ice in his voice. "And I wasn't the one needing the support from my family.  They needed it from me.  And let me tell you, I was nowhere near the right man for the job." His voice lowered back to normal. "I'm still not."

"If the story you've told me is the truth, you know exactly what it feels like to watch the world go to hell and not be able to do a thing about it.  That's how I feel every time I look my grandfather in the eyes.  If he were dead, he'd be at peace, or at least with her, wherever that would be." Azzie's voice dropped a few more pitches.

"It's a crappy hand of cards life dealt 'ya, I'll be the first in line to say it.  But at least they aren't suff'rin any longer, you've gotta admit that."

"And for old-timey weapons?" he laughed a little as he held up Roaring Moxie. "This design was around when my great-great-grandpa was learning to fight, I just spruced it up a little.  I have no right to judge a guy who uses knives and chains, especially when I've seen what you can do with them."