( He emerged from the shadows, a silent fugitive, struggling to outrun his nature. He was starving, hunted, bleeding— he needed to hide, or he would kill. If he were to fall behind, either death or sin awaited, and he did not know which to fear more. So he feared both, turned the panic biting at his neck to strength, to propel his steps further. ).
( And then he ran into the girl. He fell back, paralysed, speechless, his mind a jumble of incoherent thoughts. There was the hunger, the need to consume the food that had presented itself in front of him, and then something else, something screaming underneath the rubble. Something fighting to emerge. His humanity. He couldn't do it, couldn't move another inch, wanted to turn and run to the CCG instead of killing the child. Between the two compelling forces he stood perfectly still, his body cold and withering, deep in silence. ).
