That was the monster John could be. The one who saw prey trying to escape and dragged him further down the oasis' depths. The one that held him beneath the surface to watch air leave his lungs and life choke out of him in gurgling gasps.
"For us who are man and monster... I don't know if we can escape our natures."
His demon's hunger is unending, but there is a thrill of satisfaction at a successful hunt, a pleasure at the sensation of warm meat and blood sliding down his throat. In this world, he has to hold back the roar of triumph that once marked every kill.
And he knows well enough that those feelings aren't all from his demon.
"But if we were just monsters, who we hurt wouldn't matter." Maybe it's Jack's influence, but Serph steps forward to carefully take John's hands in his. Jack had spent most of their conversation holding his hand, and Serph had found it strangely grounding. "It was the part of you that's cruelty who tried to take my life. But it's the you who is trying to change that gave it back."
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"For us who are man and monster... I don't know if we can escape our natures."
His demon's hunger is unending, but there is a thrill of satisfaction at a successful hunt, a pleasure at the sensation of warm meat and blood sliding down his throat. In this world, he has to hold back the roar of triumph that once marked every kill.
And he knows well enough that those feelings aren't all from his demon.
"But if we were just monsters, who we hurt wouldn't matter." Maybe it's Jack's influence, but Serph steps forward to carefully take John's hands in his. Jack had spent most of their conversation holding his hand, and Serph had found it strangely grounding. "It was the part of you that's cruelty who tried to take my life. But it's the you who is trying to change that gave it back."