10-17-2018, 08:48 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"]"I do," he replied before drawing in a shallow breath. While it was not, to say the least, the life of the party, he was rather content. "I haven't been here long enough to tell much of a difference between the two." The Typhoon made the Ascendants out to be some type of malice group that went out and killed children for a living. While he doubted that was the case, he tried to not let his home's bias opinions skew his own view on the world. Victor wanted to have his own mind, though, he could see how easily it could be to become brainwashed.
"Why do they hate each other so much? The Typhoon and this place, that is." Did Onision even know? The other was far younger than he, but he knew that age did not account for much more than time. He had met children who were far more mature than any adult and vice versa. It simply depended on the individual.
"Why do they hate each other so much? The Typhoon and this place, that is." Did Onision even know? The other was far younger than he, but he knew that age did not account for much more than time. He had met children who were far more mature than any adult and vice versa. It simply depended on the individual.