[ ... So she's going to try to escape anyway. That's fine; he'll corner her regardless. They're about the same size, give or take. He's slightly larger. Slightly. And he certainly doesn't seem much older, though he knows in truth that he is.
... The look he gives her is somewhere between agitation and... some other, far-off kind of emotion, that even he can't explain or touch, one he'd thrown away, so he can't recognize or reach it. So it manifests mostly as irritation at her actions. He'll brandish that key like it's a knife. Which, really, it is. ]
... We could eat the souls of animals, but it would hardly be nourishment. We need to take things from them. Souls don't just stop existing. They give power to whatever they go to next. We need that. ... Adults are... defiled. By how much they know. With children... it's simplistic. Easier to break. They taste better, that way. I simply cannot afford to be picky, with you. You're not... my ideal. But you'll do.
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... The look he gives her is somewhere between agitation and... some other, far-off kind of emotion, that even he can't explain or touch, one he'd thrown away, so he can't recognize or reach it. So it manifests mostly as irritation at her actions. He'll brandish that key like it's a knife. Which, really, it is. ]
... We could eat the souls of animals, but it would hardly be nourishment. We need to take things from them. Souls don't just stop existing. They give power to whatever they go to next. We need that. ... Adults are... defiled. By how much they know. With children... it's simplistic. Easier to break. They taste better, that way. I simply cannot afford to be picky, with you. You're not... my ideal. But you'll do.