#distinguishablecrotchguard

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distinguishablecrotchguard started following you

"Good evening!" Sir? Ma'am? Better just leave those off until they speak so as to avoid any uncomfortable situations...

[brave-vesperias-yuri]

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He froze upon the sight of him. What was going on? Standing in the middle of Zaphais, there he was, a man he was sure was dead. 

Cumore. 

There was no way this was possible. He ended his life with his own hands. This man's blood was on his hands. So how could he be alive? He couldn't. There was just no way. His eyes had watched this disgrace of a knight draw his last breathe as he sank to the bottom of his sandy grave. 

There was no way out of that pit. 

There was no escape. 

No way to save his own life. 

So what was going on? 

Growing frustrated with the entire situation, Yuri only gritted his teeth for a moment, as he let out a silent growl.  Closing his eyes for a second, as he let the concept, the idea roll around in his mind - as he tried to wrap his thoughts around it, they all ended up at the same place. 

This wasn't possible, so he must be dreaming. 

This all had to be a sick prank that his mind had concocted to torment him, and remind that he, himself, was a murderer, and that his hands would forever be stained red. 

Yes, he knew that. He was okay with that. He had already accepted the fact, that he wasn't a good man, and never would be again.

But seeing that all too familiar purple hair, and obnoxious uniform...Yuri knew it could only be one person - and simply looking at the man made his skin crawl.