Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-26545097-20180810040315/@comment-24852191-20180810140142


 * Zeitola looks at Nightfire with a worried look.

Zeitola: Regeneration? What regeneration? You don’t have that ability!

Nightfire: I know, I just didn’t want him worrying about me. He already has enough on his mind.


 * She shouts at him, loud enough that Drago can hear.

Zeitola: You can’t make up things like that! Especially with this! It could kill you!


 * She sighs and looks down.

Zeitola: How bad is it?

Nightfire: It’s not that bad.


 * She looks at him.

Zeitola: Let me see.


 * Nightfire sighs. Slowly, his body changes. His soft, smooth skin is slowly replaced by charred, ckracked, and rough burnt flesh. His beautiful eyes are dulled and wearied. His red hair is blackened. His hands might as well be burnt nubs.


 * Zeitola holds her hand to her mouth and gasps.

Zeitola: Oh, my gosh. Nightfire! What has happened to you.


 * A tear streams down his face as he tried to speak.

Nightfire: It...s...ha....rd......to....spe.....ak....like this....


 * Slowly his deformed self is replaced by his normal and handsome self.

Zeitola: How long has it been like this?

Nightfire: About a year. It’s been getting worse. Every time I deal with him or something else, it gets worse.


 * She punches him in the face.

Zeitola: You should have told me! I can help you! You can die from this!