His thoughts started to form up new picture....Something shaped his thoughts and made new "reality"
Small room...old and dirty....Girl was sitting there and she couldn't or didn't wanted to look at this new "friend"
She suspected him to be they new "pain"...but he promised help.....Help....is....Good.....
He couldn't help but feel pity for the poor thing. Gods only know what they've been doing to it. Hell, he didn't even know WHAT that thing was. Sure wasn't a real girl.
"Good gods, lass... What have they done to you?"
<span style="color:#000000">The awful plight of he who cannot draw to save his own life.</span>