Ren had relayed to him once a mystical riddle about a multi-headed monster, regenerating limbs as quickly as they could be shorn off. In the story, the brave hero had swung his blade until his arms ached and his skin was soaked and burning with the wash of acidic blood, his morale falling and body failing. He could not move fast enough to find the weakest spot that would end it all, since the monster kept snapping at him with newly regrown teeth from all sides.
So where do you strike, Ren had said solemnly, if you can’t find the heart—if you don’t even know if it has one.
He had, in the moment, not been able to stop himself from thinking of rathtars. Ren had laughed at him, at his meager imagination.
Can’t think of better monsters than the ones you know, Ren said.
He had replied: The ones I know are enough.
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