Phantom Hollow Musn't Hurt The Precious!

Judas glimpsed over his shoulder to see Malice sitting. What was she waiting for? "She is alone. Kill her!" He unleashed a low rumble in warning, both toward the voice but also to her, in case he were to snap again. Yet some part of him wanted her to stay, so he let the rumble waste away. His emotions were at war, tearing him apart inside. Only now did the scent wave around his nose. He knew that scent. Could this be why she was so kind? No, it didn't drive them to be kind. This must have been by her own will. It comforted him to know some one cared.

Finally, he found the will to go and pick up the hare, then went back to his little corner. He truly was hungry, but he just stared at it. "Is that all?" he asked, although in the voice there was a sense of hope. Hope that she did, so he wouldn't be so lonesome.