Talk:Light Legend Atro/@comment-99.6.40.69-20150722005128

Land of Youth?

''He saw in their eyes fear. Fear and uncertainty like in his when he say the childhood the Gods burned away from him. They were young-- so young-- young enough to cry, old enough to understand what was going on. Red. Red spilt onto violet bloodlust, a violet lie. Assassin. Assassin, thug, villain, ''bastard. Atro knew that it was the children or his allies.

But the fear in their eyes--

''--numbed his skin enough. He barely cried as his own sword was thrust into his stomach. He barely struggled as he was staked and tied.''

He barely regretted it as he was crucified and the children-- they were set free.

Atro's a sucker for kids. If only Aem knew it...