Sixty-One Prayers

[whofelltoearth]

Cain Knightlord.

Do not make the mistake, for even a fraction of a second, that we are having a truce. We are not on friendly terms in any sense of the word, we are just not on dire terms, and only because as much as I want to rip you apart joint by joint, starting with the phalanges have our comeuppance, I loathe the idea of putting my revenge

Comments

[twin_gunsy]

Bro~th~ers~ shou~ldn't~ hate!

[whofelltoearth]

He is no brother of mine.

[twin_gunsy]

oh~

[reginagloriae]

Huh? A-Abel-san?

[whofelltoearth]

Everything is fine, miss Youko. Problems solved.

[reginagloriae]

Oh. A-Alright.

[whofelltoearth]

Keep yourself safe.

[sing_my_faith]

...

[whofelltoearth]

What's wrong?

[sing_my_faith]

I'm...sorry, Father Abel.

Are you going to be okay?

[whofelltoearth]

Why are you apologizing to me, Kyrie? You've done nothing wrong.

[warconductor]

Such restraint, Herr Nightroad.

Truly to be commended, I'm sure.

[whofelltoearth]

Restraint is not the proper word for this situation, Major.

[warconductor]

Oho?

Then you must simply tell us, Father Nightroad.

You simply must let us know.

What is the word for this situation?

[whofelltoearth]

In your terms, Herr Major?

Crescendo.

1/2

[kievduchess]

Firm.

[kievduchess]

Good.

[whofelltoearth]

Your partner has a backbone after all?

[kievduchess]

I like to see it.