Sah
Trembling, the Wild Thunder struggled to process what had just happened, vaguely noting Sunjata and Hotaru's arrival. He'd murdered someone, an ally. In front of everyone. But now she was back. Sah didn't know what to do. He should forfeit and drop out of the tournament. How could Sah possibly fight after this? He felt sick. What had he done? Ronin was wrong. There was nothing 'okay' about the current situation.
Ronin left, but Sah didn't notice, his eyes locked solely on Melita. "I accidentally killed you...I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" Breath shuddering, Sah clenched his hands into fists, nails biting into the skin. He didn't notice the small trickles of blood as he shook his head, "Fuck, of course, you're not ok. How do you feel? The more he spoke, the faster the words came in an adrenaline-rushed ramble.
Ronin left, but Sah didn't notice, his eyes locked solely on Melita. "I accidentally killed you...I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" Breath shuddering, Sah clenched his hands into fists, nails biting into the skin. He didn't notice the small trickles of blood as he shook his head, "Fuck, of course, you're not ok. How do you feel? The more he spoke, the faster the words came in an adrenaline-rushed ramble.
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
