[ He'd nearly gotten frostbite cut off from Iorveth's warmth, but now it shines on him again, and the tension drains from his shoulders. It's just as sweet as the sun. Instantly, unconsciously, he leans his cheek into Iorveth's palm, a welcome heat against his face. ]
Yes.
[ Without apology for what kind of person that makes him. Although he'll admit it contributed to his mood, in the end, it wasn't the feeding that really made him feel good. It was seeing someone who treated others like objects for their own amusement and snuffing their light out for good. ]
I think he was afraid of me, in his last moments.
[ It felt good to be the one making someone afraid rather than the one paralyzed in fear. ]
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Yes.
[ Without apology for what kind of person that makes him. Although he'll admit it contributed to his mood, in the end, it wasn't the feeding that really made him feel good. It was seeing someone who treated others like objects for their own amusement and snuffing their light out for good. ]
I think he was afraid of me, in his last moments.
[ It felt good to be the one making someone afraid rather than the one paralyzed in fear. ]