His humor escapes her understanding. However, he seems to be in good spirits. If he is happy then that is what matters. He can have a smile for his troubles. https://t.co/0FHwHrBZDj
It festers within the servant's form forcing her to be animated once again against her will. Fingers twitch, her chest rises once more, and eyes open to the sight of the enemy. Even death rejects a loser like and strips her of victory. "Why...?" Boudica mutters in despair.
@fieryfool other moments to get to know one another better? That is what I want. We can do many things together. Eat good food or speak of our interests. There have been things that Caster has showed me as well with his plays. Apparently they are performed too!"
@RomanGrandLight “I… refuse… to… die… to a Roman.” Her body falls against his smearing the blood against his armor only to slide and collapse on the floor where she bleeds out soon to meet with death. “I… protected…”
To be embraced by the shine of Rome, Boudica cannot help feeling mocked. Being told coldly to disappear only increases her desire for vengeance. Even if the queen may believe herself to be outmatched her stance nor glare show any fear. “Not on your terms,” Boudica retorts. - https://t.co/cTv2oxUto9
"You Romans never saw us as people. We were always something beneath them. Something to be crushed, but no more! The hate, the sorrow, and pain of Britannia flow through my veins! Bastard! I will be ending things by my own hands. Then come at me! I am no coward!" https://t.co/1PWSsQu8Fi
"Mongrel? What is next barbarian? The word your people loved to use to speak down to my people? To the people of Britannia!? Then just like I did then I will endure the humiliation and pain for my people. THE SUFFERING YOU INFLICT ON ME IS NOTHING COMPARED TO WHAT HAS BEEN DONE!" https://t.co/ocTId4wD1B
