Faolan's Confession | - Faolan: Starving... no matter how many rabbits Deirdre brings. I look at her throat, I smell her blood, and--all I see is red... Stop, stop, STOP! I have to fight it! Spirits of old, ghosts of my kin, give me strength... Don't let me change.
- As a human - Ragged. Scared. Fighting to keep control.
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