010. (v2) [commentlog/closed]

[Quiet.

Things have been so... quiet, after the dog attacks. After the injuries and the pain. Xanth, of course, was okay, but he couldn't fight this gnawing feeling inside. It wasn't anger; anger burned hot, anger consumed. It was not the feeling that made him want to spill blood; this was similar, but emptier, more resigned.

Is this bitterness?

Yeah, he figures. It must be.

But even bitter little boys need to eat, and so Xanth makes his way toward the kitchens for a late dinner.]