It's all because of me. Everything.

((ooc: Fayt's gone off... somewhere. He's not talking to anyone, not looking for anyone, just being all by himself and crying and all that. Yes, poor kid's broken. He has issues about being the one left behind. Any attempt to contact him will be futile; you can reach him, but he won't answer. Or if he answers ( Read more... )

Luther Lansfeld is here.

Damn it.

SCREENED TO ALBEL ► unhackable.

Got time? I have a few questions.

((ooc: Fayt would like to pretend none of those illusions and hallucinations ever happened. Poor kid. He's now just trying to continue his attempt to understand the situation he's been thrust into and figure out a way to win the war.))

You... bastard!

[He starts crying, and his tone is somewhat hysterical now.]

Nel! Nel, do something! Please! Please!

Not you, too...

((ooc: A little late, but yeah. As if Sophia's death wasn't enough, Fayt is now seeing his best friend's death in the hands of a certain warmonger. I couldn't resist.))

This is a rather depressing place...