Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26318250-20180724071346/@comment-30319843-20180728053127

5 Hours Before the End of the World

7.39 p.m.

I tied the last of the bandage onto my injured arm, and let out a cry as I touched it slightly to check it.

I turned to Fico. He was still with his cape and hood, standing and facing the bookshelf.

"I can't believe it's happening." I said, and directed my eyes to the floor, "It's just... all... my fault. I... I... didn't tell..."---I stopped mid-dialogue, and just stared at the floor like that. It was something I truly was ashamed of.

"I must---"

"No," Fico said, for the first time to be exact, "There's no time to regret anything. We must act now."

His words hit me like lightning, prompting me to look at him. Something within me was activated. I didn't know what, but something.

"Okay," I said, all of a sudden not feeling that intermittent pain in my arm, "Now what?"

He turned, and smiled.

"Isn't there a secret weapons stash in this house?"