Thread:Catdragon13873/@comment-44667511-20191229192437/@comment-39025738-20200103193846

Prisma listened to Ishmael, trying to take deep breaths. For a few seconds, his eyes looked like they weren’t in looking at the same ground that he was on. “I-it’s already t-too late... he’s g-gone.” Prisma said, some black and cyan dust appearing in front of him. “They killed him.” Prisma said, his head going into Ishmael’s shoulder for comfort. “So this is how Revolutions die...”