Such power.
I looked in its eyes and watched its head explode at my will.
Should I feel guilt for violence?
I can justify it away with notions of: “they were attacking innocent children”
But if that’s the case then why did it give me such a thrill.
Killing in the name of protecting others, isn’t that a total oxymoron.
Have I always felt this way but now I embrace it. I never used to so much as kill a house spider.
Did this all spawn from what happened at the Touchstone of Midnight.
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I’m ravenous. Everyone’s asleep.
They look so delicate.
I’ll go and find something just to settle my… stomach.
Hah!
What a thought.