"Consume? As in devour?" Foster is... strangely excited suddenly. "I see... to consume the darkness without... mmmm. No. No, no. First. Define....... alive."
It does make sense. Consumption is an essential concept to him--not so much as part of the physical world he was born into, but as part of the world he experiences and inhabits personally, complicit with his disease.
Its rule is so absolute, its tenets so strict, that it is what forces him to be so inflexibly vegetarian. Blood is essential to the being its from, after all. For him, in his body, an outside blood... it's a contaminant. But his own blood consumed by, in someone else--!
...anyway.
Consuming her shadow, which itself is composed of or contains a demon, makes perfect sense to him because it falls so easily within the strange bounds of his psychosis.
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It does make sense. Consumption is an essential concept to him--not so much as part of the physical world he was born into, but as part of the world he experiences and inhabits personally, complicit with his disease.
Its rule is so absolute, its tenets so strict, that it is what forces him to be so inflexibly vegetarian. Blood is essential to the being its from, after all. For him, in his body, an outside blood... it's a contaminant. But his own blood consumed by, in someone else--!
...anyway.
Consuming her shadow, which itself is composed of or contains a demon, makes perfect sense to him because it falls so easily within the strange bounds of his psychosis.