It was better to shove the 'waht ifs' away from one's mind once things were said and done, because it was over. They had won this time to live another day. Covet has little interest in keeping what could have gone wrong in his mind now that he was consuming the flesh of the creature that had been taken down. If he was to over-analyze all the could have beens to all the fights and kills he had made over the years, things would be much different. His life would be much different. Covet took what he got, and he had made peace with the fact that if he was not fit enough to survive, then he would not. He would perish like many others had before him if he was not as he should be. This was a part of the reason he was building his muscles and skills over the past months of being back within Moladion.

Covet would survive, no matter the risks that he had begun to take, the ones he had been taking for so very long. They were different, those two things, but he had his reasons for doing it all. They may not be the most intelligent reasons, but he was clever enough that he knew where he fell short on them. Where and why they made no real sense in the grand scheme of things. That was the crux of it, however. Covet knows what he was doing, even why to a point. But that did not mean it was the right choice for continued survival. It made life more dangerous for him, but there was that beating traitor within him that told him to do it anyway. If only he could shut it up, yet he had made a grave mistake in returning here. The feeling had only built from doing so.

With vicious vigor he tears at the neck and shoulder of the marsh deer, ignoring the female who ate not a breath from him. He released the pent up frustration in his feeding, not interested in thinking twice about how ready the female had been to fight back. It was almost amusing to him that she thought she could win against him, but he also knew there was nothing reasonable to push him to want to kill her. Not yet, not over this deer. He had taken what he wanted, and it looked as if she had done the same. He takes a step away, testing the air for a moment before his attention returned to the female as she spoke. Her name. He smiles in that snake-like manner. "You wear more blood than I do, Veilia. What is it about the heart that makes you want it so?" He asks it because it had been so specific to her.

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