Re: log: adrian and ren - in the cottage
"If I do think about it..." he trailed off. He inhaled the malty steam of strong black tea, rich bitter earth and tannins in his nose. "It sometimes draws it out. I do feel it, most of the time." He tapped his chest with the mug. "Right here. When I think about it, or try to...contact it, it does react. I think sometimes that it has a mind of its own, though I know it doesn't, not really. It's just another piece of me that's gotten lost." He paused. "I don't think I've quite thought about it like that before, but I think that is a part of it. They're supposed to feed on negative emotions, on suffering. When I'm at my worst, it does seem stronger." He sipped his tea, and added, slowly, "Sometimes it feels like being eaten. But it's not real."
His eyes were shadowed. "It does know you, and that is a good thing. I've only completely lost to it once or twice, and one of those times, Newt was able to talk it down." He swallowed. "I think it will help. Just in case, that you know me well."