📲 Someone with the conviction worthy to wield me for my endeavors.
📲 I had hoped that you would suffice… thus I allowed you to feed upon me, in hopes of forming a contract with you.
📲 Alas… if you fear death, you are not the one I search for. Still… your anguish amuses me.

Another part may seek to self-sabotage and destroy whatever bonds could’ve been forged, acting beneath the will of its baleful nature.

It would even come to detest needing a master to wield it.

Being that it has the souls of humans and beasts alike, it is always at odds with itself. One piece may desire compassion, comfort, and even companionship out of the symbiotic relationship that it has with its master.

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It wonders if it should say anything else at all… sensing something else unspoken by the other.

“… you are welcome”, it finishes its thought instead.

“You are satisfied then, yes?”, it asks as its hand is relinquished for it to apply a bit of pressure on.

The gauze wrapped around its wrists are tugged up and over the newly made wound.

“If there is naught else you require, I will take my leave now”, it furrowed a brow beneath the gauze.

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It watches, with eyes unblinking as he consumes it.

The body reacts more than it does, fingers twitching with the discomfort of the action. It seems expectant.

“Well?”

“If you doubt my conviction I will tear the skin myself. I do not offer this lightly. Eat or don’t”, it scowls, almost offended by the question.

The only thing that it could not promise was if it would taste any good… knowing what it’s made of.

“… If this be thy will”, it lifts its hand.