[center][h3][color=black]I M P O R T A N T[/color][/h3]
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	His ear twitched instinctively at the struggled noise of whatever creature, man, or beast was fumbling around in the crypt. Just what it was he did not know? but he repeatedly reminded himself that it was in his best interests not to be nosy either. Still struggling with his own identity, he did not believe it smart to expose himself to others. Especially the raving abominations that dotted the world. 
	
	But then a foreign but very fond thought spoke to him. [i]I should help them.[/i]

	With a shake of his head he rebuked the idea of being a martyr and banged a clenched fist against his iron helm, which reverberated with a echo in his ears. [i]No. Live and walk, live and continue on. That is our goal and that is life now. I have to regain what I lost.[/i]

	Even still, the voices swayed down the hollow crypt and touched his ears. A young lad spoke of books and his tone was innocent if nothing else, another sounded angered. It reminded him of that delirious shell of a man he slayed on his way there, although this one spoke with more sense. Was the kid in trouble? He felt his grip tighten on the hilt of his sword as it shivered with a slight draw. He slammed it back shut just as quickly. 

	[i]No![/i] he yelled at himself, hands trembling on the hilt. [i]I can not die here! not after surviving for this long. I will not waste a life saved.[/i]

	But in the midst of that angered retort, a calm voice spoke. [i]If it were you...[/i]

	His dark eyes shot up from their clenched form, a sorta peace in them as he realized the rest of the sentence. [i]If it were me, I would want someone to come to my rescue.[/i]

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