[Something soft and almost serene reflects in his eyes as Richard looks down at the crate, keeping his hand protectively on top of it.]
A secret. [He answers, speaking with quiet and careful voice - almost as if he was in presence of something sacred. And well, that thought of line far from the truth. The crown was a proof of godly mandate, a symbol of absolute power and pass to paradise. Something that the poets would sing about and people go war for. Something that Richard had killed and sacrificed for. Something his his father had died for.
But Richard tears his eyes off the crate to look back at Silco, gaze dropping his gaze down at the device at his hand. 'That looks painful>', is the first thought that goes through his mind as he observes the subtle needle hidden inside the glass flask. But he supposed that it makes sense that Silco would need to rely on medicine to treat the injury on his face. Richard, too, applied ointment on the burn on his arm on daily basis. The concoction provided by a fellow Chosen Claude did bring him some relief, mostly with bringing the angry redness of the skin down, ceasing the tight itchiness and pain around the burns. Though, while it definitely had gotten better, the injury would stay and remain. Richard was certain that he'd carry the mark for his entire life, just like Silco would.]
If you desire privacy I can leave until you're done.
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A secret. [He answers, speaking with quiet and careful voice - almost as if he was in presence of something sacred. And well, that thought of line far from the truth. The crown was a proof of godly mandate, a symbol of absolute power and pass to paradise. Something that the poets would sing about and people go war for. Something that Richard had killed and sacrificed for. Something his his father had died for.
But Richard tears his eyes off the crate to look back at Silco, gaze dropping his gaze down at the device at his hand. 'That looks painful>', is the first thought that goes through his mind as he observes the subtle needle hidden inside the glass flask. But he supposed that it makes sense that Silco would need to rely on medicine to treat the injury on his face. Richard, too, applied ointment on the burn on his arm on daily basis. The concoction provided by a fellow Chosen Claude did bring him some relief, mostly with bringing the angry redness of the skin down, ceasing the tight itchiness and pain around the burns. Though, while it definitely had gotten better, the injury would stay and remain. Richard was certain that he'd carry the mark for his entire life, just like Silco would.]
If you desire privacy I can leave until you're done.