Foster has never felt in control, never felt 'controlled' in any fashion at all. He only ever feels the lack of it--there is no power, no force great enough to curb him, he is always spiralling wider and wilder out of control. The dizzying ascent, the infinite descent: a precipice on which he stands with one foot already over the ledge--daring someone, anyone, to stop him, catch him, push him over to his final inevitability...!
And Herbert has miscalculated by engaging him, by seizing him on that edge and then letting go. Because Foster moves to seize him--dropping the roll of bread, eyes bright, claws spread to catch Herbert by the black of his tie--!
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Foster has never felt in control, never felt 'controlled' in any fashion at all. He only ever feels the lack of it--there is no power, no force great enough to curb him, he is always spiralling wider and wilder out of control. The dizzying ascent, the infinite descent: a precipice on which he stands with one foot already over the ledge--daring someone, anyone, to stop him, catch him, push him over to his final inevitability...!
And Herbert has miscalculated by engaging him, by seizing him on that edge and then letting go. Because Foster moves to seize him--dropping the roll of bread, eyes bright, claws spread to catch Herbert by the black of his tie--!