[Uhh?] Who was that? He was damn sure that he saw something, but he simply couldn't trace the form. He couldn't register the person of the silhouette. Many thoughts dangled in his mental Ken. A part of him lent him that twas the lad. How could it be him? How possible could it had been for such lad to had escaped such security and fight his way into the castle? He wanted to go in that direction, but a part of him just wouldn't him. He was bent on knowing who it was, but of course he got to be sane about it. He moved further. It was more of a totter. He couldn't even be sure what he was doing. Whether he was moving or crawling. All he knew he was doing was that he was tasking his limbs. And those were all that mattered at that moment to him. Then at a point, he knuckled under trailing the silhouette which had chopped his interest. And he was bent on knowing who it was. Probably when he was done trailing it, then he would go to meet the Monarch in the throne hall.

.      "Treason!!!!"        He looked. He was alert. His eyes were steady like the flicker of a trained torchlight. He kept his gaze savoring the aroma of the tensed atmosphere. He wasn't afraid of the hell he had let loose. He simply was going to buy time as long as possible. He had no idea what the gladiators of the Monarch were up to in battle. He had no idea how strong they were and could be. He didn't want to stand. That would affect his chances of having a strong stance on what he had let loose. His chances were slim, but he would give it all twould take. He watched the gladiators tried to raise the master up. Firstly it seemed as though they were not interested in him. Like they wouldn't come after him for taking the life of their master. He knew that that was some lie from Utopia. Probably they were simply trying to process what was happening. Probably they were simply having time to make pain

     "Rise your lordship."        And his thoughts were smothered. There were quite the numbers of things he was trying very difficultly to make meaning of. He wasn't going to force them to being. They were of their own accord, and of course they should be. Several questions strangled those thoughts and he was tossed about like the limbs of the hay by the ferocious sway of the wanky winds. What he tried to make meaning of was the last question which was supplanted. Others were of no great consequence to him. He could reel around those if he got answer to the most taunting. The question which stood out tall in his heart was, why did the lad save me?  Probably there were quite the numbers of things he was yet to know about the lad. A part of him thought them so necessary, while the other part thought them less highly. Yet the question drooped in the zenith of his crushed consciousness. If he w

     "Or uhmmm...."      He tried as much as possible to distract himself. He wouldn't be owing his stray of actions to anyone but himself. He didn't give a damn about taking responsibility for all he had done. Didn't always matter to him. He simply only wanted to be distracted for the sake of the lad. To himself, he was doing the lad a favor. He didn't want to kill him and therefore must pretend he was not seeing him. He had no idea why he was even nursing that thought of killing him. He tended to take delight in pain and gores. He didn't care who was affected. All he cared about was what good it did poise at him. He was quite the quaking psychopath. He had tried so many a thoughts out but none at that moment to him was worth his while. He didn't want to keep reeling from and over what had been evenly walked. His eyes were beginning to widen. He was making rage of his life. He was enraged by nature. He hated to ad

     "Could we talk about something else?"        He was getting bored out by the Conscience thing discussion. He wouldn't keep to that forever. Twas becoming annoying to him. He could use some new thoughts. The lad seemed very serious and was speaking as though he had been paid for it. He did admire some qualities in the lad but he would never admit it. He had never admitted such and wouldn't start doing that. He could use some better options. Even if the lad did have his strength with conversation, that didn't make him all bossy and didn't present him as an error free warthog. If he did give it time, he would be able to identify quite the numbers of odd stances about him. But that time was what that was outta his reach. He couldn't get to it. He had been trying. He matter-of-factly didn't have power over time as time had no say over him. At least, that was what he believed. His fate was foiled by rage and wa