What's Left of Me

He stared unblinking as Elias spoke, even bringing up the capybara incident. That wasn't something he wanted to remember, but it seemed these kinds of things would haunt him forever. He still thought about the very first incident with the porcupine when he was a pup... all the blood and carnage...and then the time with a deer, a hunt that he didn't know he was being watched by Acere that day...he felt himself shiver at the thoughts. "It seems so..." He responded in a way like he didn't want to admit it, but it seemed like it was true.

He continued talking about things that Cloud did not quite understand. His curiosity was certainly piqued, but he held it back. Reserving that curiosity and judgment for later. He wouldn't admit it, but he wanted to know more. And he didn't know if that was good or bad. What would his mom think if she found out about this? Would she be disappointed in him? Would she hate him for getting interested in such matters? He didn't know. He almost seemed to hold his breath as Elias continued, and Cloud listened to every word.

So...he could learn how to control them? Or at least...the voice he heard? One was enough to deal with, he couldn't imagine having to deal with more than one. But he wanted to learn how to control it, or at the very least...coexist with whatever he had inherited in his soul. "And what if I'm unable to control it...? What if it ends up consuming me? What happens then?" He questioned with a mix of fear, hesitation, and uncertainty. But he had to try...