Delightful little creature. It's already done the work for them, hasn't it, sunk into its own madness and the scrawling repetition of black script over paper. It's already made itself bone-fragile. It would be easy to snap.

Too easy, and too kind. He they are not in the habit of expressing mercy. What a foreign concept.

It peers closer. Still trying to track it with its eyes, is it? As if it could be ensnared by something so human and ephemeral.

Look closer, little beast. Look closer until you see yourself.

Its lungs will fill with blood.