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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Vexed" data-source="post: 804026" data-attributes="member: 7361">*Thinking~Sometimes I have to ask myself, am I feeling no pain, or have I become numb? Its hard to make the distinction between satisfaction, and being to tired to argue anymore, to tired to give a damn.  I find a strange refuge with these people.  I don't even know them.  Perhaps I have just been alone so long... It's a strange peace.  I still can't see myself clearly...~::Slowly Draven lifts his head, his face partially hidden under long tangled black curls.  He hears the voices of the group, but he isn't registering what they are saying, still coming out of his contemplative state.  He concentrates on what is being said.::Fendric::""I'm sorry, my friends. Of course, you are right."*Thinking~What is Fendric sorry for...~::Now for the first time taking a look about he gives Fendric an odd glance, and then slowly his gaze lingers on the lights, then to the city...::*Thinking~A city.  The noise, the rules.  People losing their way, same routine day in and day out.  People walking the streets like dumb animals. One day looking in a mirror and five years have past. Handcuffed to their livelihoods, trying to get by on the scraps of some rich self centered idealist version on how things should be.  Another ale is poured.  The sun goes down on another day.  Self destruction slow and complete.  What nasty things we do to ourselves...~::Slowly a sneer can be seen on Draven face as he stares at the city. His eyes narrowing.  Then he hears Niccolo, and his face softens somewhat.  He slowly turns to look at him.  His hard stare now an amused expression. He slowly nods in Niccolo direction::</blockquote>

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