III { audio } ... If I could turn around, I would tonight.

[needsmorefiagra]

[ The heavy sound of flames licking solid mass is evident even before he's taken a breath. He pauses, watching a few Dragladour bodies burning. A mildly dispassionate stare, electric blue orbs carefully trained upon the gruesome sight but not quite seeing it. With this new, uncharacteristic silence stretching into what seems like an eternity, it's

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[Voice]

[furorimperator]

Have you located Angeal, Genesis?

{ voice }

[needsmorefiagra]

No... Nor shall I ever. Not in this world, at least.

[Voice]

[furorimperator]

This is hardly the time to be cryptic, Genesis.

{ voice }

[needsmorefiagra]

I'll spell it out for you then, shall I?

Angeal is no longer in this world.

[enchantwings]

[His friend can fly away..]

Who isn't undesired?

[needsmorefiagra]

Ghosts from the past.

...But then again, my tastes have never been conventional.

{voice}

[russianfuck]

The reciting of poems, eh?

I know why the caged bird beats its wing

Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;

For he must fly back to his perch and cling

When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;

And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars

And they pulse again with a keener sting--

I know why he beats his wing.

{ voice }

[needsmorefiagra]

What an interesting choice. Your words have conjured up quite the picture... [ And perhaps, a few memories too... Ones that probably should have stayed buried. ]

{ voice }

[russianfuck]

Mm, it is quite the masterful poem.

The Western Branch had its share of good poets and novelists.

{ voice }

[needsmorefiagra]

A passion of yours, I assume?