if i had a voice i would sing

She was hesitant to answer but his eyes would pressure her to give him an answer and soon words would drop from her lips. Each one hitting the ground like stones that would slowly crush any hope he had of seeing Azalea again. She didn't know. Shoulders visibly sinking under the weight of this realization... The intensity was gone, whatever light had gleamed in his eye vanished and slowly massive skull would turn to look into the distance once more. So this was it... This would be his life now? Suddenly he wanted to go back to sleep, to slip into the nothingness his mother had woken him from. "Adravendi... The war... It was fought all over a dispute over one little girl... She's the reason I'm dead. Adravendi." It was all he could say, all he could comprend anymore. Between Azalea and Liberty it was all their fault that the war had started. Though he didn't blame Azalea... He could never blame her. Everyone else... Her whole damn family could rot... Her father was the one who had killed him and granted he was beginning to remember some of this hateful things he had spat out in the heat of battle. Slowly lips would curl back, brows furrowing in disgust. He had some dreams to haunt. Sickly green gaze would flitter back to his mother again, only for a moment as if sizing her up. Though none of this was her fault the shock and see if the whole situation was beginning to flake off his exterior to expose that angry confused child he had always been. "I swear to god... I'll haunt their fucking family for the rest of time... They should all suffer. They need to suffer for what they did..." Words slipped like venom through clenched teeth. It wasn't a threat. It was a promise.


Speech!