[ Not back when they were playing cards, and not just now. Will he let G’raha do as he pleases, then, and consider him a friend?
But Blade doesn’t linger on the subject, so neither does G’raha. His attention turns back to the rosebush next to him, reaching out to touch one of the soft petals of a particularly pink rose. ]
Indeed it does. Am I so easy to read?
[ He doesn’t wait for Blade to answer that. ]
I have seen my fair share of death and destruction. I have seen it as a result of spell work and war. And yet this… this angers me in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.
no subject
[ Not back when they were playing cards, and not just now. Will he let G’raha do as he pleases, then, and consider him a friend?
But Blade doesn’t linger on the subject, so neither does G’raha. His attention turns back to the rosebush next to him, reaching out to touch one of the soft petals of a particularly pink rose. ]
Indeed it does. Am I so easy to read?
[ He doesn’t wait for Blade to answer that. ]
I have seen my fair share of death and destruction. I have seen it as a result of spell work and war. And yet this… this angers me in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.