[color=darkgray][center][IMG]https://i.imgur.com/KcJygoU.png[/IMG][/center][hr][B][COLOR=GOLD]Location:[/color][/b] Ruined City
[b][color=gold]Interactions:[/color][/b] Lys [@Force and Fury]
[b][color=gold]Mentions:[/color][/b] Akaia [@Exit][hr]

Erik hadn’t even budged as Lys spoke to him. It wasn’t that he didn’t care. He just wanted to give her all his attention as she shared her feelings. If his mask had revealed more of his face, his disheartened expression would be in full view for the woman to see. 

Given what she knew, Lys had a point. The lack of information is where the true issues stemmed. It was interesting because that’s what she wanted in the first place. If he had shared this information previously, this could have been avoided, but it was information he didn’t believe was something [i]he[/i] would have just shared with anyone. Oh, how hindsight was a bitch. Why couldn’t there be a revenant that could peer into the future?

[color=gold]“That shrug of yours is [i]rarely[/i] trustworthy.”[/color] With a flex of his back, he pushed himself off the shelf and sauntered over to Lys, and took a comfortable seat on the ground adjacent to her wheelchair. It was rare Erik got the chance to look up at someone but it wasn’t something he minded.  

[color=gold]“So before the goods, if I could call it that, let’s see things as eye to eye as we can… And you’re not gonna make this old man crouch or kneel the whole time.”[/color] His words were as warm as his very presence. [color=gold]“You deserve to know… it’s just not what you think.”[/color] He winced at his own words as they butted against her very own. [color=gold]“Akaia has been with us a long time. Most don’t know much about her, and even less know about her life before she joined the Commune. It’s not because she’s trying to keep secrets. She… y’know.”[/color] He felt like he didn’t have to explain Akaia’s weakness in communication. 

[color=gold]“Anyway, the ‘dead man’ she was referring to, the one she [i]killed[/i]. From what I’ve gathered, he was someone who was with her for a long time. I can’t really tell what he was to her. Father figure? Abuser? But whether he meant well or was just cruel in the things he put her through, he shaped her into who she is today.”[/color] Erik cleared up his throat in preparation for his next statement. He leaned forward and gripped the closest front wheel of Lys’ wheelchair.

[color=gold]“‘If you don’t help you will die...’”[/color] He mimicked the mimic except in a much more sinister tone for no reason but to enhance his performance. Letting the wheel go, he leaned back with a sigh. [color=gold]“It sounds scary as hell, believe me, I know. But it’s really just her way of saying ‘If I can help, I will!’”[/color]

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