10-10-2018, 12:32 PM
[size=9pt]Moon sits and listens through it all. Initially, the words hit his ears and he's shocked, angry, confused. But it fades quick and something replaces it; distanced, indifferent, numbed. So fucking what? She was a murderer. He was all too familiar with those. It was part of life. You live yours and you end others'. And it happens like how this had just happened; shock, anger, confusion. But then in comes the numbness and indifference, and in the whole run of things, it doesn't matter whether or not the body left lying on the ground still has a beating heart. So fucking what?
But then he remembers that it's wrong. He remembers learning that, somewhere along the line after the reign of his Pride came to a shuddering halt. Someone had taught him. Someone who hadn't grown up with corpses piling up on their doorstep and a family of contorted, cruel creatures.
"You can't stay here anymore." He says, after a long pause where he sits, staring Thea down with an empty gaze. "This means exile, Thea."
But then he remembers that it's wrong. He remembers learning that, somewhere along the line after the reign of his Pride came to a shuddering halt. Someone had taught him. Someone who hadn't grown up with corpses piling up on their doorstep and a family of contorted, cruel creatures.
"You can't stay here anymore." He says, after a long pause where he sits, staring Thea down with an empty gaze. "This means exile, Thea."
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]