Fear and Love Hand in

Because that was the worst of it all. It wasn’t just the longing for survival, the abject weakness in his soul, that had stirred him out to hunt and take, but the sheer want inside him. He hated the Eye and all that it had done to him and others, but … he still felt that pull. That power. He wanted what it could give him and, sometimes, he even thought that, alongside the fear, he fed it drops of love, wrenched from some wretched part of him, which felt chosen. Special. Seen.