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« on: August 19, 2009, 03:32:21 AM »
Roa said nothing, his arms once again found themselves shrugging.
"Me a fraction of my former self? I've been such for over 500 years." His hand went up and messed his bangs, "Me, bratty? I suppose, since a new Roa is born every reincarnation, I'm not even 19...or am I the original? I don't even know," He laughed, "The only thing that makes me a child, Blackmore, is that I'm rarely serious...look at me, playing around with morons like you two."
His hands empty, he walked forward. "You know, I can see them right? The points that make you live." His eyes gleamed, "Just one cut of those 'lines' I can see and your life will cease to be..."
Roa stopped, his eyes serious, the hundreds of years lived becoming apparent. "Blackmore...what do you wish for?"