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~~Andrew Morrison~~ · (11-13-2013)

Andrew looks up from his book and with his free hand moves a strand of hair from his face showing one of his eyes and looks in Jenna's direction, he then speaks once again in a low, near whisper tone, quoting a poem from Lord Byron.

"She walks in beauty, like the night, of cloudless climes and starry skies and all that's best of dark and bright..."

Andrew then shakes his head and with his free hand runs a hand through his beard before speaking once more

"Poor woman, an object of lust while well deserved, should be treated with respect and emotions better suited than sin, but alas...this is the world we live in, and with sin comes punishment, punishment we all are aware of. If hell wishes to call me, I will be waiting with my fists balled and prepared to taste the flames and stomp them into ashes. If heaven wishes to try to save me, I shall be preparing for that "divine" intervention with the intent to strike upon thee with thy mortal vengeance and retribution. Perhaps thus is "sin", perhaps that is "fate". You all will soon see your fate come to pass. And for most of you, it shall not be pleasant."

Andrew proceeds to put his head back down and directs his attention back to his book, having spoken his piece, somewhat out of place, but then again, he was used to this feeling and he was embracing it. Once more, if there was a problem with that, those around would have to deal with it.

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