[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

The sweater, his sweater felt heavy as he took in his hands, staring it down with an indecipherable look and a tiredness that was palatable.

It was moments like these that made him question whether or not he had given up on himself to soon, if he just tried harder, and had more faith in himself, he could be noble as the boy in front of him.

'No. Regret not the past or the choice you made, least you lose yourself to what ifs, what haves, and to unfanthomable misery. Take the lessons you learned, the experience you gained, the wisdom you accured, and forge a new path forward into the infinite present. One that does cause you to repeat history, nor act foolishly as before.'

Ventus heaved a great big sigh, and just for that single moment he looked old. Worn out like an mountain, the years of tragedy, regret, and hard living chipping away at him, piece by piece that have made him so brutal and harsh in times of danger, of need. The researcher hide a nature that most would find unsettling.

Yet, despite all that, at his core he was still the same kind, caring, and generous man that he has always been. One that was always willing to look out for others, and help them however he can. One that can look past his own reservations and fears, if it can make other's peoples live just a little bit better.

"........Alright. I'll try. I don't share the faith you have in me, and its not as easy or simple as you believe it is, but I'll try. When I decide to enact extreme measures, though, to kill those that would threaten or harm myself and others....let me do what I think is right."

The sociologist then folded up the sweater, and passed it back over to Nathan.

"Keep it. You never know when you might need something warm to wear."