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Corsair blinked in surprise at the harshness of her tone and her selection of words, staring as she whirled around and stalked off. Yet, as he watched the black wolf's retreating figure...he couldn't help but feel a bit of sorrow along with the relief her departure brought. It was true that he didn't want anyone near him because he was afraid of what might happen, even if he had no proof, but merely her company had been nice...while it lasted. Still, this was best right? For him and everyone else, because he was a disease....a parasite that gained nothing but misery, yet still latched firmly onto it's host. What a fitting analogy, he thought to himself. Despite the self-comfort he was attempting to conjure, Corsair still felt empty somehow...deprived, as if he were a child who was just offered a small taste of a sweet, only to have it ripped away.
He shook his head violently at this thought. It was bad to stay in this frame of mind. If he kept at it at this rate, he'd end up longing for the forbidden and he didn't need any reminders as to how that was going to turn out. Staring forlornly at the spot where another living thing had just stood a moment before, he sighed. "She wasn't very pleasant anyways." he whispered to himself, the soft voice holding remnants of bitterness. Even when he noticed the rabbit that the other wolf had been considerate enough to leave, despite how she acted, he felt no joy, but the void in his heart became even more profound. "Yes...that's right. It's just another reminder." To him, the rabbit may be food, but it was also a symbol of mockery. It was simply another thing that taunted him and the horrible way he was living his life, another thing to infuse doubts in him, but it failed, as usual.
With unsteady steps, he walked over and settled down to eat. He wasn't focused on the taste so much as simply filling his stomach. Food no longer held much joy for him, but was more like a chore. A depressing way to think about it, but in his distorted mind, eating was simply something you had to do to survive and even so, he barely ate enough to survive. The perfect example was this instance...where he'd been so close to collapse. Corsair didn't enjoy the suffering he was putting his body through, but he supposed it was just something he did involuntarily. Redemption perhaps, that he was doling out unto himself unconsciously, since he couldn't seem to break out of the habit. He smiled, the familiar aura of unhappiness engulfing him in its embrace.
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