[A long pause, as Maxwell reminisced on his afflictions by running a hand down his chest and feeling the jutting of his prominent ribs.]
What had become of even I here.
[He then held the priest's gaze, misty eyes deep-seated with inner grief at what a weak vassal he now was. Taking the cup from Anderson's hand, he placed that warm palm against his own chest to let him feel the hard shell of a hallow soul.]
Action!
[A long pause, as Maxwell reminisced on his afflictions by running a hand down his chest and feeling the jutting of his prominent ribs.]
What had become of even I here.
[He then held the priest's gaze, misty eyes deep-seated with inner grief at what a weak vassal he now was. Taking the cup from Anderson's hand, he placed that warm palm against his own chest to let him feel the hard shell of a hallow soul.]
Is this what you want to be?