Erik Osborne

Her hand twitches, her mind torn between taking his hand and using it to rend open her own flesh. Surely self destruction would fulfill the need just as well as letting him do it for her. In fact, it would keep control in her hands alone.

And how many of her loved ones would she hurt by doing so when another answer stands before her, offering that release in a way that would be far more pleasurable to her while also denying the Void and everything it stands for. That is its own kind of control too, a choice she’s making.

“Don’t treat me like I’m human,” she says as she takes his offered hand.