WHAT THE FUCK IS UP KYLE ;; open, beck needed

[madster]

malphas padded over. yep, and this is why he drank himself to an early death. "listen." malphas stood, body relaxed. "i know what i did was wrong. i was acting as if they were an enemy clan. i was acting as beck instructed to us to protect our borders, and i believed them to be a threat." he stood by beck.

they were right. still, he despised the rosebloods, but it was his fault they were enemies. malphas remained calm, though. "alright. i will accept whatever punishment beck wants for me. but do not bring beck into this. he is a good leader and i will stand by that. i don't even stand by myself. you can make me gator bait all you want, but do not drag his name through the mud. he started this clan and gave all of us a community. don't put him on the same level as me." oh jesus. malphas cared about beck. he was standing up for what he believed in, even if he stood alone. he seemed unsure of this himself, but he desperately wanted to believe it. "it's not beck's fault i did what i did. it's my fault entirely. i will own up to that."