Lonely | Scheming | Composed
Take it back, don't let it die,
or rage against the falling night;
Cause I still do depend on you -
don't say those words that run me through.
A weary-looking bori sits near a tower window, musing quietly to himself. "The world isn't completely black and white. Maybe I'm not as much of a monster as you think I am, hero." Antigoh shook his head, but couldn't clear it. He wanted to go to bed, but how could he when he couldn't stop thinking?
Especially...especially about her. "Beauty is such a fickle thing, isn't it?" With a growl hushed enough to be mistaken for a sigh, the bori picked himself up and headed back to bed.