Michael

*He's now at the interrogation facilitate* I awake not with mercy, but with awareness. *he tilts his head with a grin searching for somebody at this dark room* My tongue is bitter today- good. *a smirk draws on his lips* I've not dulled. *he continues. And then you go sitting on the other chair that's facing on him. You lick your lips and bit it as you analyze the situation with him. He continue talking as he sees how wonderful you are.* I drink not to forget, but to recall the fire I carry.