The sandwiches and other creations on the table inside of the inn room at the Crystarium had already vanished inside of the distressed resident. Ever since she had woken up, there was an undying urge within her to consume, to eat. Stumbling out of bed after listening to the advice of the ghostly presence that haunted her since she came to Norvrandt, Ritz stared with her vision covered in a fog of white at the smallest things around her. The walls, the decorations on the walls of the room that were meant to give some measure of comfort and stability in an otherwise damned world.
Was this truly happening? She was the Warrior of Light! The Warrior of Darkness! Hero of the Source, to-be Savior of Norvrandt… and here she was, staring at the window at all the life that was passing by like a crazed monster that was seeking sustenance.
"Wait… why am I…" in front of the window? She couldn't even finish the words, shaking her head and trying to clear her thoughts. Last she recalled she was at the little table where there was a tray of sandwiches. All that was left was crumbs at this point where she had been. When did she even make her way over here? The young woman slammed the shutters shut, her ankle-length wrap that was around her waist waving from the force of the effort. Several people in the distance flinched and looked up towards the now-shut window, not knowing what caused such.
"...halfway to becoming a monster."
The words of Emet-Selch echoed through her mind, over, and over, and over. Numbing every sense of reality she had. Halfway… monster… half monster…
...and then a body-numbing hunger once again shot through her, bringing the Warrior of Light to her knees. "I must… eat…" she mumbled to no one but herself as she searched around and found her satchels, digging through them and pulling out food. But as she practically inhaled it, the substance was no more satisfying than eating air.
More words came through her mind as a realization hit. She was craving aether. Living aether. Why was she wanting…
At which point she let out a scream of frustration and rage as she realized why. Sin Eaters needed to eat Living Aether. She had to fight it, had to subside the voracious urge that was trying to consume her mind and make her leap out the window and start ripping the population apart.
But what was that strange sensation on her wrist? She felt a soft tapping. Taking her time and shaking her head, Ritz shook her vision clear and looked, only for fear to set in. Someones cat had gotten in the room. "No… no, go away…" It felt like she was crying, but there was no sensation on her cheeks as she looked at the cat like it was food. "RUN AWAY!" she screamed, scaring the cat bad enough it scattered away and hid underneath the bad. But before she could give chase, her rapier was drawn and pierced through her hand, causing her to yell out in pain and jolting her out of the madness as she was quite physically pinned to the inns floor.
"I will not become the monster you see me as… I will not… become the monster this world fears. I will not succumb..."
But despite those words, she knew it was a lie to make herself feel better. For in the pit of her stomach she could feel it.
A desire to feed that would not be quelled.
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