”Is there a problem?”
roarton’s redeemed may, as a whole, tolerate
their mistreatment at the hands of the living,
but simon won’t.
no matter how subtly it manifests itself,
injustice is injustice, and he’d rather die
than let them silence him.
"Not that I’m aware of.“
A frumpy smile and the pagan is already back to
her previous actions, eyes locked onto his face
entirely. It could be rude…
but she’s not certain in fact, she’s rather lost
trying to pinpoint the colour of his eyes. Not
certain if it was improper to ask.
"I’ve decided yellow.”