"No one thinks they know me but I'm always there." Envy could slip in Wyeth anyone that had an ounce of him in them. Whether it was the want for anything someone else had. A lover, a home, a goal or success. And then there was just the ones he sought to destroy. Hope, joy, happiness, all things Envy was disgusted by. They didn't deserve such things. Not when he could tear down their dreams.
Her glimmer, her strength was a challenge because it burned under his nose. "Don't think you will be rescued, no one knows where you are." The knife twisted as he played tic-tac-toe with her arm. He just wanted to slice in and see how deep he could go before she screamed.