TheClosetKidnapper

Allan I nod again, understanding, and wonder if he would still stick to only me if he had chosen to be King. We certainly wouldn't be as.... Our relationship would ...

Allan He holds me close, finishing his explanation. I nod again and process it, looking up at him. "Why didn't you choose to be King then?" I ask.

Trevor "You're a lot angerier that what you're usually, I'm sorry did I rub you the wrong way when I tried to reconnect with you?" Nephil asks. I charge him ...

Allan I nod, listening, and look down again. "W-why can't she just find another slave?" I ask. "I mean, I get the revenge thing...but after all these years..."

Trevor Nephil and Zaen are somehow left standing after it's all said and done. Just after Stella finishes, Mince goes through hell. He stabs himself, trying to get under control, ...

Allan I stare at him in shock, not fully understanding. He knew my ancestor? Freed her? "I-is that why she wants me?" I ask, leaning into him again. "Because of ...

Allan Confused, I look back at him and nod. What could he possibly have done?

Trevor I watch, horrified, as Mince transforms and takes off towards the new girl. Nephil stands before me, having taken his sword back and left me with the mere sheath. ...

Ronan I smell smoke and hold Kei closer as he cries. "You won't be left alone, I promise," I tell him. I stand and head away from the camp, shielding ...

Allan I nod. After my experiences with alcohol, I'm okay with never having wine again. I look down for a moment and try and bury the memories, not wanting to ...

Zaen Kira asks us to take her back to Master and we do, Twila leading the way. I stay close behind, my hand at the sword on my hip. Something ...

Allan A fortune? "And you're using the money now?" I ask, looking at him, slightly confused. "Y-you said you were saving for when you settled and had to care for ...

Good, but technology would be limited here. They're just starting over after the end of the world. He wouldn't have a laptop.

Allan I watch him as he speaks, his arm around my shoulders. Empathetic, I wrap an arm around his waist to show him I'm here and hearing him. I listen ...

Allan I flash a smile at him and subconsciously lean into him, gazing at the piece as he speaks. It's broken, but beautiful as he says. I can imagine it ...