"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
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"Which way to the arena?" He turned and looked at the lad as he stepped out of the castle. Out of the gate. He yet retained his composure and his eyes were what he used to know. The Cod yet had a last thought about the castle. Whether or not he would go there. Whether or not he would return there after leaving the arena. That thought actually or action should be determined or spelled out by quite the numbers of things. He knew that. That was what it is. If he did kill Ja Lia and toss his head to Medusa, of course he would make his choice. Whether or not return to the Castle. He hadn't thought of killing the Monarch when he'd left for his abode. But when nature demanded it, he was left with no choice. But at that moment, of course he could make his choice. He could choose whether or not he wanted to return and be their monarch. He could choose whether or not a part of him wanted to govern over the h
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"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
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. "What do you think is happening?" He wasn't sure whether or not that was the right question to ask. But he was sure of what not to think. He didn't want to nurse the thought that he had been played as a fool by the Nymph as well as the callous Ja Lia. He hated to nurse that thought. And he was afraid that that thought might turn out to be just the truth. He wouldn't be able to help himself get over the thought. He would never be able to help himself. He hoped twasn't what he was thinking. But what was it if twas that. Tcouldnt be anything other than that. He knew that. He didn't want to keep telling himself lanky lies. He needed to be frank with himself. That was not far-fetched. That was not too much to ask. How would being frank with oneself be too much to ask? He knew twas a cake walk but twas the effect on his eerie emotions that scared the crap outta him. If he began to nurse that he might hav
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"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
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. "How long more?" His eyes wanted to have themselves isolated. He knew that he wouldn't have to decide for them forever. He was just being a watcher till the taunted time would drag by and he was patiently waiting for the time. His rage was having its best position. He knew what he was going to do when he did set his eyes on the Nymph and the crazy Ja Lia. That would be some spectacle for the lad. He knew that the lad would by heaven and hell be displeased with him. He didn't care. He never did and would never. He wasn't that kinda guy who was easily moved by such. He even loved such stances. They were his jolting joy. They prune his gaunt gay. Would give him rusty reason to hurt and boss. Well he hated bossing. He loved asserting. He loved blood. If he wasn't getting the two, he wouldn't get anything else. He was just going to keep lagging. Lagging in thoughts until reality snap at him and make c
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"At your call." The porter bordered the locks of the gate and then opened. Took him quite the while before he was able to pull the gate to himself. He probably had been having his best time. Probably he was an offshoot of merry, or the leftover of pain. As he opened the gate, he caught the glimpse of the lad firstly, then the Cod, then what? A leopard, hell! He had only seen leopard at the arena when he did have the opportunity to visit there once. He hadn't seen one like very close. He knew he might simply collapse but that was not the best thing to do. If he did collapse, the leopard might yet eat his unconscious draw. He wouldn't watch that happen. No of course! He wouldn't be able to watch it happen. He was just going to feel the pangs and odds all over him. He hated that feeling. He didn't want to savor it. He didn't want to have a taste of such bile. Twould bruise his mercy and make his breath
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