11-17-2008, 10:46 PM
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indent Falling was an act that everyone experienced. And the utter destruction of ones life was another. Gabriel had broken down once, and on that day drove a nail through his palm and called it stigmata. He still carried the scar, and would until he died. There had been other moments where he had broken, though it was not a breakdown—it was, perhaps, ascending into a state of fury and holy rage. Madness. Breaking Conri’s ribs, nearly killing both Haku and Iskata, and the murder of the latter’s mate. But it was all right. No bounce, no play. “What the fuck happened to you,” he said quietly, not even asking, not sure if he really wanted to know.
indent Falling was an act that everyone experienced. And the utter destruction of ones life was another. Gabriel had broken down once, and on that day drove a nail through his palm and called it stigmata. He still carried the scar, and would until he died. There had been other moments where he had broken, though it was not a breakdown—it was, perhaps, ascending into a state of fury and holy rage. Madness. Breaking Conri’s ribs, nearly killing both Haku and Iskata, and the murder of the latter’s mate. But it was all right. No bounce, no play. “What the fuck happened to you,” he said quietly, not even asking, not sure if he really wanted to know.