Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-25389303-20170613215832

Diaboli ran his fingers distractedly through his hair as he walked, listening carefully to Zanipher's words as she spoke. Her voice was unusually strained, he noticed - kind of like his. They both seemed to be struggling to find the right words for the situation.

He nodded in agreement with what she said. He wasn't a big fan of regrets, and had always been forward-thinking in life. But even he had times where he wished he had made a different choice. His actions used to determined the fates of hundreds of people - subordinates, enemies, civilians. It was impossible to always make the right ones.

He frowned at her last comment, though. He hadn't intend to bother her with his troubles, but now that he had said them, he'd didn't agree with her attempting to deflect the matter, even if it was out of self-deprecation.

"Don't sell yourself short, Zan," he eventually said, suddenly aware of how quickly he had gone from Miss Dragon to using her real name. "I like to think of us as friends, despite everything. You think just anybody can get away with causing millions of Lien in damages and not end up on my cloak?"

He felt the storm clouds gathered around his head begin to depart as his mind turned to other things, and the feeling brought a smile back to his face.

"And don't you worry about me. I've been in this business all my life, and after my retirement plans were scrapped I have no intention of giving up. Unlike guys like Hector, I can't just quit."