[Fidelis Meridius]

OOC: Sorry, between finals, break, holidays, work, travel, blah blah blah, I had forgotten about the thread.

IC: "Very true..." Fidelis nodded in agreement with his companion; he was right. "But I can't remember a time when I felt like anything more than a reaper..." The warrior spoke in a tone that was half-joking before he returned to his stoic self. Sometimes it was a wonder that the two very different swordsmen had become so connected to one another's lives.

Fidelis was a man that had been turned inside out and beaten to the point that humanity was all but gone within him. Hate was the primary fuel that kept him going, but it wasn't always the driving force in his life. It was a side of the Dark Knight that he kept hidden from Faust, but if he trully knew... would he still stand beside him?

"Fiona Hriemalian..." Fidelis responded to the Vysstichi Prince as he took another portion of wine from his glass, swished it around his mouth a bit, and then swallowed the liquid. "She is a maid at the Palace. I've got to find her and take her back to the Ghostly Downs..." But Fidelis wasn't very concerned with her at the moment. His mind was plagued enough, and if this was going to be his last darkening amongst the living, then he wanted to share it in peace.

"Anyways..." The Jorelite shook his head as he reclined back. "How are things in your world?" The warrior gave Faust a curious gaze. As close as the pair was, they knew little about one another... if it had not been for the late Serion D'Rinishad, it would be likely that the pair would have never met.