Stumbling into the center of the room, Sartorious looked around at all of his friends. Not a word would come to his lips, everytime he attempted to speak...gibberish rendered itself unto the world. Nothing he spoke would make any sense to those around him.
He tried again to speak his will. He tried to tell the warrior's of INCA how much they have come to mean to him. He looked at Virch, and Doc and Tal...then at Asoc and at Elfie...Tiamat and Phadraig came to center in his vision.
Creaser almost cause his eyes to over-fill with tears. Loki caused his heart to ache. Little did this band of warriors know....Know what a true void within his heart they had filled.
Decae, SoulDemon, Rathowen....Maniacal, Venus, Hatred and multiple others. All concentrate, haze and center in his focus. Like his life flashing before his eyes, he see's each one...whether and a friend, an allie or a true enemy though each an important part of his collective life. All...each and every one has had an effect on him. Each made him stronger....made him weaker because of his love/hatred for them.Many others came to mind as this moment flashed through his mind.
Once again he looks around at his surrounding friends and attempts to voice his words. Once again he is over come by tears and frustrations....
~INCA!~
Looking at the whirl of color flashing before his eyes...he tried his damnedest to keep them under control. To feel them...to see the vivid colors, the loving...the hatred...the harsh emotions that wreck his mind and crush his heart. He slipped his hand into his pocket feeling for the pictures that have come to mean so much to him.
He found that he held much more then the actual pictures the resided in his pockets. He found the he held memories that some people would doubt...some would would say so what. He held onto memories that would have made any life worth living...
TNE!
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