“Drevover was a smudge. His features smeared, his smiles dropped, his limbs were slow and weighted. Despite the fog that filled his head to the brim, he tried his best to stay grounded. The aperture of his pupils remained unchanged, uneven, and the entirety of the man seemed to slip out of grasp whenever he came back into focus. The pie was half-finished when he finally paused, trying to listen to the palpations of a heart that no longer kept up with the rest of his systems.
“Purpose? Hunger breeds fear. Anxiety. Issues! But the human mind is a curious thing - it can’t leave an issue unsolved. And so we solved them, each in our own way. Of course, some were better than others. Of course, some had a better taste.”—