We were sent here; we did not ask to come. Why else would we choose to leave our feast; our captive audience that we dine upon daily; our only chance for enduring forgiveness for those we have grievously wronged?

No, we are here. We guard. We hunt. We seek. We starve.

There is a sense of something in the air; some sort of tension that tastes all the sweeter for it’s recent absence. Like deadly Pisinoe beckoning us to the ship’s rail; we covet what you dangle so sweetly before us.

Maybe we can find eternal salvation in simple satiation.

mood: amused
audio: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets