143 Interlude: Relain.

Relain enjoyed seeing things die. Small things, mostly, but not too small, like insects. He preferred rodents, birds, maybe rabbits… things around that size.

The way they struggled away their final reserves of energy, twitching and contorting all over the place, trying to run away from whoever or whatever harmed it… the way they suddenly realize that they're not going to survive and just lie down on the ground, their limbs still, but their tiny lungs still working heavily, savoring the last breaths of air in their lives… 

There was something sacred about the process that Relain could never find in anything else.