Wolfe Nailo
Riketse
Wolfe Nailo
"And if I were to keep you from such a death? Would you finally hate me for trying to be your friend..."
His voice gave nothing, he only wished for her honesty, only to see if someone could actually care, knowing what he was truely like.
"Or will you be my exception?"
She stopped and turned to him, looking at him with a soft expression on her face.
"I couldn't hate you. I may get pissed, but never hate you. I am just not in a good mood. Don't take my cruel words to heart."
"I couldn't hate you. I may get pissed, but never hate you. I am just not in a good mood. Don't take my cruel words to heart."
Wolfe simply stared forward, a look of deep thought on his face. When his lips moved it seemed to mar his face.
"If you don't want them taken to heart, then you should refrain from using them."
His voice was clean but seemed to be longing.
"Every word spoken leaves a mark on the souls that hear them, every time one is ignored it is a black mark on a piece of pure white paper."
He turned his face and matched eyes with Riketse.
"Do you truely want me to leave, or am I of some value past my creation and the race I helped build and shape?"
