Does The Candle Look Forward To Being Used?
Just like the owner of the lonely cabin that was passing the light onto her candles, Pitka grabbed the chest of the Silent One with her gloved fingers digging into the wax before ripping it apart with two hands. She then continuously inflicted all kind of physical torture to the Silent One with every bit of method that she had in her arsenal.
"It's time to light the candle."
From decapitating the Silent One's head, to ripping the outer layer of wax and twisted them beyond recognition, to splitting the two bodies into two and mushing them into a giant ball of mess. With every torture, the wax became warmer and more soft as time goes.
She found out that they could feel the pain, and they were sensitive about the distress that was inflicted upon them. Pain became fear, fear became repulsion, repulsion became cruelty, cruelty then became the burning anger of hatred.