I gazed down at the board for a moment as The Commander disappeared into the kitchen.  I took a seat on the side opposite to the one The Commander favored.  I moved to my knees sliding down to rest my rump on my feet.  My fingers moved over the pieces,  imagining the moves that had been made to further the game to this particular location.  The other player was aggressive,  a tactic that wasn’t very affective against someone who thought as far ahead as The Commander.  Still, I had recently seen what berserk fury could accomplish.  I thought it may be salvageable.<br/><br/><strong>“I believe you will win,  but that does not negate the purpose of the activity correct?”</strong>I said as I looked up at my savior’s hands.  I feel my own hand’s shook slightly as I allowed my red eyes to wander over them.  He had marred himself for me,  diminished his perfection…  why?  I wondered this briefly before I pushed the thoughts to the back of my head once again.<strong>“Do you wish to continue?”</strong>