He's a terrible person, who enjoys driving children to despair, forcing their families to abuse them. Making them commit suicide. Helping Cheshire, in some cases, murder the parents of loving families. Steal the love they once had. Cause their children to fit into their twisted game so they can eventually fit into his stomach, and taste better while he brings them into this World, not moving, letting them further drag themselves down by what they see reflected in their own hearts.
He presses up against her, grabbing her with a tenacity that surprises even himself. Usually his victims were near comatose souls by the time he got them, next to no fight in them at all; little awareness. Easy to eat. This... this just... no, no, he doesn't care. He'd stopped caring long ago. ]
Holding on to hope is pointless. Even if you were to not die, you are not meant to be happy. The God who created the world made it so people needed love to live... but then people rejected him, and decided to live without it, scorning him anyway. They were doomed from the onset.
[ His free hand will dig into her shoulder; he wants to try to get as close to her as he can so he can. Dealing with a willfully struggling soul is different from a body. You can't just sever a neck and it's over, especially since the World's magic isn't here and making what Alices perceive reality--the Key is just a hollow threat, really, but his mouth is not. ]
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... He's not a good person anymore.
He's a terrible person, who enjoys driving children to despair, forcing their families to abuse them. Making them commit suicide. Helping Cheshire, in some cases, murder the parents of loving families. Steal the love they once had. Cause their children to fit into their twisted game so they can eventually fit into his stomach, and taste better while he brings them into this World, not moving, letting them further drag themselves down by what they see reflected in their own hearts.
He presses up against her, grabbing her with a tenacity that surprises even himself. Usually his victims were near comatose souls by the time he got them, next to no fight in them at all; little awareness. Easy to eat. This... this just... no, no, he doesn't care. He'd stopped caring long ago. ]
Holding on to hope is pointless. Even if you were to not die, you are not meant to be happy. The God who created the world made it so people needed love to live... but then people rejected him, and decided to live without it, scorning him anyway. They were doomed from the onset.
[ His free hand will dig into her shoulder; he wants to try to get as close to her as he can so he can. Dealing with a willfully struggling soul is different from a body. You can't just sever a neck and it's over, especially since the World's magic isn't here and making what Alices perceive reality--the Key is just a hollow threat, really, but his mouth is not. ]