Those words resonated right through his core. It was a truth he felt somewhere deep inside his primitive, ancient mind and it was a smirk rose to his face as the thought finished making its way through his mind. The shadow and the light, standing close and talking both bathed in the dark.
It had been long since his claws had been sunk deep into what he wanted. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew it began with finding that first grip upon the cliff ledge to pull himself up. A cliff ledge, he recalled, that in his mind’s eye was a little to similar to the one he had been born atop, son of a domineering figure who ruled with an iron fist and who killed his first born sons and had been prepared to kill him as well to maintain his rule.
S’gath hoped the man was dead, he thought bitterly.
His gaze returned to the stranger.
“I am. It has been too long since I had it. But what it is, I’m still deciding,” he says as he sways his head from one side to the other as he looks about their surroundings. He didn’t like this terrain - it held nothing of what it was he wanted.
He wondered.
“What is the something you are looking for?” He inquires. The more he spoke, the more he woke up. S’gath knew what it was he wanted. What was it this scarred stranger was seeking here, in a world he didn’t remember clearly?