Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150702025557

"Oh," Azulius said under his breath, feeling horrible for his joke. He had assumed this whole time that Hitori played up the bloodthirsty bit to intimidate people, but to learn that was the real Hitori... the joke lost it's appeal, to put it bluntly. Not for the first time, the magician wished his knowledge of psychology covered a little bit more of the clinical aspects of the discipline.

"Sorry about that, ace," he apologized, his voice tinged with remorse. "I didn't know.  For what it's worth, you had me fooled, and that ain't easy.  And I made the butcher shop thing up to scare those goons, nothing more."

Are there any of my friends who don't have a traumatic past?  Azulius asked himself. ''Everyone apologizes to me when I tell them about my family, but compared to never knowing my parents or mental illness, I got off easy! Why me? Am I really that special, or just that lucky?''

A bump in the track shook Azzie out of his survivor's guilt, but only for a moment.