Regina's head was filled with the rattle and roar of the monster, as all-encompassing and horrible as the very moment it first made contact. Ear-rattling – a sound so intense it made her eyes ache, her jaw clench tight...yet pain was so much of a part of every breath and blink that all that registered was the wild roar of a breaking beast.
It didn't want to die. It never wanted to die. All it wanted – ever truly desired – was life. Of all creatures, it was convinced it alone scraped and clawed its way into being; where others were born, it made itself. The girl was the means to its realization, pulling from her experiences to fill out the world around it, give it words and sense...but everything it wanted, everything it chose to do, was a choice it made for the thrill of making it, for the chance for more.
How dare any deny it, tell it no. Make it suppress its cravings and pursuits for the sake of others...what did it owe anyone? Aside from the girl, of course. And even she was ungrateful for how it tended to her needs...back before. There was no delight in compromise. No delight in policing itself for the sake of evading punishment.
And then Exsilium. Horrible monsters and powers far beyond its own. The lesson of crossing superior forces was learned so painfully, yet even still the Nightcap stubbornly believed itself right in its pursuits.
Still it believed. Still it was certain it was being wronged.
How dare they.
Connection to the eyes was gone, for all the good that was: Regina was practically blind. The absence of sight was the worst, for how unpleasant pain had become, intermingled with pain.
How dare they.
No more pain, then. It wasn't a relief, though; it was one less connection, made it terribly clear there would be no more touch. Soft fur, rough concrete...
HOW DARE THEY.
The girl was gone absolutely. No whimpering echoes of a girl trapped in the back of her mind, made spectator of her own body. The Nightcap's home.
HOW D–
Broken, ripped from each tendril of awareness, the core of the parasite list touch with will.
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It didn't want to die. It never wanted to die. All it wanted – ever truly desired – was life. Of all creatures, it was convinced it alone scraped and clawed its way into being; where others were born, it made itself. The girl was the means to its realization, pulling from her experiences to fill out the world around it, give it words and sense...but everything it wanted, everything it chose to do, was a choice it made for the thrill of making it, for the chance for more.
How dare any deny it, tell it no. Make it suppress its cravings and pursuits for the sake of others...what did it owe anyone? Aside from the girl, of course. And even she was ungrateful for how it tended to her needs...back before. There was no delight in compromise. No delight in policing itself for the sake of evading punishment.
And then Exsilium. Horrible monsters and powers far beyond its own. The lesson of crossing superior forces was learned so painfully, yet even still the Nightcap stubbornly believed itself right in its pursuits.
Still it believed. Still it was certain it was being wronged.
How dare they.
Connection to the eyes was gone, for all the good that was: Regina was practically blind. The absence of sight was the worst, for how unpleasant pain had become, intermingled with pain.
How dare they.
No more pain, then. It wasn't a relief, though; it was one less connection, made it terribly clear there would be no more touch. Soft fur, rough concrete...
HOW DARE THEY.
The girl was gone absolutely. No whimpering echoes of a girl trapped in the back of her mind, made spectator of her own body. The Nightcap's home.
HOW D–
Broken, ripped from each tendril of awareness, the core of the parasite list touch with will.