Firefly Glen in my heart i have but one desire

sharp edges pierced through the man’s soothing voice. he cowered away as though it may cut his skin. perhaps it was unwise to speak his mind to this stranger. 
he attempted to fall back with a sheepish apology and soft objection. it was muted beneath the man’s preaching.
god? his brow furrowed with confusion. but - but i thought sedna was the one who gives us prey.