Originally Posted by
grampagen
What?
When he'd last left Charco, he'd had at least a lingering confidence that the curse of his bloodline might be stayed. Though he could offer little else but a brief counsel, the fact remained that despite the lack of kinship in the lines of their Martial Tutelage, they shared a dream in kind. To rediscover, to rebuild.
To redeem.
Yet the emergence of Rex on the Namekian world he'd taken only as a momentary lapse. Was this something more? How had things escalated since then?
"...the heat carries itself inside the bones," he said, "For certain dishes, it may be best to do nothing, lest it be agitated..."
Grasping the edge of the sink, he lift his hands from the water, and leaned his weight forward as he hung his head.