Dragoncrest Cliffs he was standing all shaky

this was a defining moment for sobeille, in that her true colors were visible for the briefest moment before they were retracted back with a snap.

she steadied her composure, practicing the inoffensive look of a bystander. etienne pointed out the logic of the world; the deer ate the grass, the wolves ate the deer, the bodies of both nourished the grass. it was the order of things: perfect, logical, circular.

but within nature's logic was another truth: every physical body was just a culmination of gristle ripe for taking -- from fruit to flesh, it was all the same.

another truth -- there is no purpose. it's just every being, fighting for its little scrap of life.

so what did it matter, if sobeille exploited it?

she blinked back what she really wanted to say.

it is used, or be used. the girl wiped the dribble of blood from her chin, and spat a bloody phlegm into the dirt. and then, remembering the witch below, sobeille moved away from the cliffs.