Is this one special too?
We are watching. He is special.
What will he do? What is different about him? Is he dreaming again?
He is seen, that makes him different. You must learn that that is all that makes anyone “special”. We make them special. We are their reason for being. We are their being. We are their hunters, and their purpose. We are always watching. When we stop, they cease. Theirs is a pitiable existence, but we will make it for them.
Does he know yet?
He will never know. The Bitches have robbed him of that.
He wants to die.
No. He wants to never have forgotten. Only they who forget where they come from lose sight of where they are going. He doesn’t know the difference. He doesn’t know that all beginnings despise endings. If he did, he would not slumber. If he did, he would not-
Look at him roll in discomfort! I want to taste him.
WRETCH. You know you can’t! You know that’s against the rules. Put your hunger in your eyes, and let him see it. But if you so much as taste his sweat, I’ll disembowel you myself. For us are only the offerings. The rotting scraps left from Aphrodite’s table. They must be handed to us. Offered by Her slaves.
I know, I know, I know. But I just want to. How can there be rules? We are the rules. We are their world. You said it yourself! Why should we beg?
Ignorant pup! Listen to my growl. We are their world, but they can never be ours. We were never meant to be equals with the likes of them. Stoop to their level, and you can never return. And you endanger us all.
From Her? Would we be in trouble from Her? Wait... do you think she knows?
Ha! She knows. Do you think we are unlike Cerberus? Do you think we are leashless? Your trouble would not be from her, little one. She is benevolent. But beware offering yourself to another master.
Do you think this one will laugh? Like the other one laughed? I love it when they laugh.
In the end, they all laugh.
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