Kro looked down at the floor. His face dropped to a frown. Closing his eyes, he thought...
Am I not alive in my condemned realm? Within these broken walls, these invisible chains. Why is all that seems alive to be cold, and walk a life of solemn duty? Am I missing something? In this pointless existence, is there a objective? No, there cannot be. An accident has no reason to occur, and therefore neither do the dead of this world that masquerade as entitys of life. The ground they walk is the same ground that hath been todden down for centuries, no, eternitys. An eternity served cold.
He stood up, and headed out back to the training area.