He does not want him, and this is a thing she has conflicting feelings about. How would anyone not want Roamin? How? I could not understand, and yet I didn’t want anyone else to have him, and thus I accepted his lack of wanting my Roamin as that is what I want...even if he is at a loss because of it. This one that I see now does not see with eyes. They do not follow as other eyes do. They do not lock on eye to eye, they do not explore the face. They do not do any of these things because they are without. I notice this as I notice many things. He is irritated. Yet he is not like Eden. There is irritation but not the evil that is Eden, not exactly, and thus some of his anger is excused...some.

He yells out and my black fur bristled in reaction, my own yellow eyes large as I flare into a defensive position, ready to fight off any attack that may come. Just because his eyes are not like other does not mean he cannot snap his jaws. I do not know of this bird woodpecker that he speaks of, and my tail is lifted behind me as I stare him down with my ruffled fur. His words seem to confirm what his eyes told me- he is not with sight, and is only with ears, with nose perhaps, maybe taste, maybe feeling, hard to tell. But no sight.

His voice triggers that of Ruby in my mind and she begins to scream in response. She wants his blood for his transgression of wanting my vocal chords. It was an unacceptable request that he wants, and she screams at me to attack- he is weak, he is without sight, and he deserves to bleed. I growl in response, my head twitching as I attempt to shake her out of there. No. Not yet. No blood yet. He without sight, he needs, that is what, he needs and without sight he is given anger. Her voice turns into a dull roar as Lillith laughs in the background. He didn’t want Roamin. That is most important.

”Do not want...do not want...mine,” I say in a whisper, my form suddenly changing to be more soft as my eyes move back and forth with thought in my own mind. I mumble then, my whispers not intelligible, and I begin to pace a few steps back and forth.

”Want to see but can’t see, no, can’t yes? No, cannot see, eyes do not show sight,” I say, my voice no longer yelling, now talking almost in a mumble again. My mind is fixated on this curious thing, and my own anger was pushed into a corner- although always ready to lash out. I cannot control Ruby all the time, no, sometimes her voice and her scream for blood is too loud, but not yet...not yet...no sight.

”Must...must be a way,” I say clacking my jaws. ”Eyes, you need more eyes,” I say with a nod, and another nod, and another. ”Yes, yes, you need eyes, just as I need souls, so many...so many...I take their souls and you take their eyes?” I ask, my eyes looking directly at him again as my pacing stops. He cannot see my wild stare, but perhaps he can hear my intense breathing.



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