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[center][color=#FF00FF][i][h1]Childish Reflections[/h1][/i][/color][/center]
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Fiske’s feelings of guilt and anxiousness built up. Evander’s words were never nice but to see Marci in such a state made him mad, unreasonably so. He was never one to care for others, why is it different now? [color=d4af37]“With her, I won’t push,”[/color] he began implacably, [color=CC5500]“but from you, I need to know.”[/color] He clenched his fists, looked down and kept quiet. The desire to punch his noble face was almost near-impossible to resist. [color=808000]“What happened, boy?”[/color] he asked. [color=808000]“Where are Desmond and Tku, and just how much danger are we in?”[/color] It felt as if a rock was stuck in his throat.

His eyes avoided any that tried to make contact with them. How could he ever tell them the truth? [color=#FF00FF][i]If Benedetto was here he’d probably laugh at me… Call me a coward and if I told him the truth he probably wouldn't even believe me. He'd probably just go like. [color=00a99d]”You don’t have the backbone for that. You’d just hide in the corner.”[/color] or something like that! Even thinking about that idiot hurts my head. [/i][/color] Then his expression turned red from anger.. Something about Evander’s attitude pissed him off. It might just be in a Revidian's blood to be obnoxious. [color=#FF00FF]”Why would I have to explain myself to someone who offers no value to anyone but themselves!”[/color] He stomped his feet out of frustration. [color=#FF00FF]”You, You.. You damned noble simpleton! You dare to look at me as someone who’s ashamed of their actions yet what about you? All you’ve done is made things worse and gotten some nice puffs from the local [i]herbs[/i] of this city!”[/color] He knew that it was unfair at this point to point the finger at him as he himself screwed up more than he’d like to admit. [color=#FF00FF]”You disrespected the king because your damned, fragile noble heart couldn’t allow you to simply bow to someone who might be lower than yourself!”[/color] He hyperventilated, his ears ringing from his own voice echoing back. 

His eyes turned watery as he began to calm himself. He looked at Jascuan and Cazelui, shaking his head. [color=#FF00FF]”They’re gone.”[/color] He walked towards the room Marci yet before trying to enter he turned towards Jascuan once more with a pained expression.. [color=#FF00FF]”Not dead, I think. Just… do not count on them being able to help you.[/color] Fiske sighed. [color=#FF00FF]”I don’t know. We might be in big trouble or barely any. All I know is that I made sure I wasn’t followed.”[/color] His sight returned to the other room. Fiske stood there with a heavy heart. [color=#FF00FF][i]Would it really be okay for [b]me[/b] to enter?[/i][/color]