Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32701432-20170308181230/@comment-26854056-20170324220644

Leon nodded in a meek understanding, wearily plodding behind him as he squinted slightly at the sun.

Things were just getting to what he could describe as normal. They kept away from the slaughters since the incident, he managed to find out all these wonderful things. But how long would it really last? What 'would happen when the game would be finished. There could only be one survivor. And if he managed to pull his shit together in time so that he could know that Harvard would make it out alive, would his beloved still be able to spend the rest of his life in freedom?

It would be better if Harvard were to survive. The thought of going back to the lab was almost maddening, and besides, he was too weak to do any real fighting, he'll be dead by the time this thing has blown over. At least that gave him some time to live out the rest of his days as a free man before he gets stabbed in the pancreas, and most importantly, Harvard would still be alive by the end of it. His death sentence was already accepted in his mind, far too naive to know the severity of it.

I understand, He pecked him on the cheek, a weak cheery demeanour in his tone ''Just be careful with that damned shoulder, alright? You're still recovering you nitwit.''