Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26466194-20151226005513/@comment-25908355-20151227185911

Spessanite: You seem very contempt with your former lover DYING.

Jet gasps for air a bit harder. Spessanite puts her hand on her and carresses her cheek.

Spessanite: Shh.. It will all be over soon, love.

Jet gasps a bit softer. Spessanite turns back to Melanite.

Spessanite: You monster. Your lover is dying right next to you and you sound like you're about to burst out laughing.

The knife hits the elite in the shoulder, so he jumps back behind his other friends.

Bixbite: Okay you were right we should get the hell out of here... ;~;