Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24304510-20140416200630/@comment-24296957-20140619031041

"The fact of you killing does not phase me.  It rather bolsters me.  Ensures that you'll stay committed if you commit yourself," Amet replied, "And besides.  You aren't the only one with blood on his hands...

"Whoever you are now, Sven...Zenith...it matters not.  I am deeply sorry for what past haunts you.  But I know you're not alone.  We all have stories to tell.  But you are here.  Whether you make that a gift or a curse is up to you.  But you are alive.  And while you are, you fight for what's right."

Knowing there wasn't much he could do about Sven's past, Amet sighed himself.

"If...only there was more we could do...to go back in time and change it all...we could alter history...I could have my entire clan back...but all I have are a Torchic and a Togepi to remember them by."

A defeated look covered Amet's face. Looking at the pair, they both looked like vitcims of war - void of expression. The boy let his are go limp and fall off of Sven's shoulder.

"But...I promised myself I'd go on for them.  I came here with that same promise..."