[center][h3][color=ff0000]Connor King[/color][/h3][/center][color=silver][right]Hallway, Chroma Knight Base
December 19, 2016 - ~10:28[/right][/color]


[color=red] 'Poor guy is about to get laid into as well...' [/color] Connor saw Darius was making his way along the hallway. A verbal death trap awaited the man and by the grin on his face, he had yet to realize the amount of trouble he was in. Just as Laura started to lay down the heat on Darius, Connor quickly backed off and forced himself down the hallway. Just as he was rounding the corner he heard Laura reflect the last of her lecture onto Connor to explain. Perhaps she hadn't noticed that he was already gone and was making his way to his room. [color=red]'Good luck big guy, I'll be looking forward to another spar myself.' [/color]

Unlocking his door, Connor entered his room and quickly but gently closed his door behind him. Leaning his back against the wooden door he slid down until he was sitting on the grey carpet. Sweat once again poured down his face and back, soaking through his shirt. He clearly hadn't fully recovered and running around the base had taken a toll on his stamina. Staring at the fresh scar on his arm, his vision slowly faded to black. As he was passing out, a thought crept through the back of his head. [color=red]'Did I make the right choice? Will this pain ever go away?'[/color] He himself wasn't sure if he was talking about his arm, or if he was recalling a different scar, buried far deeper within himself.