#druge

Don't think about Dark Urge sitting by the water at camp, Orin's hair crown thing in their hands, crailing the last of their sister, muttering under their breath.

Note from the pov of durge pre-memory loss, regarding admiration for Gortash.

Bonus points of "the ship I can't do but totally would"

My rancid blood whispers to me: kill, kill, and kill again. My ruined body yearns to reap death in this world, and when this foul Urge calls, it possesses my whole being. Injured beyond repair, I know nothing besides this: I must resist the Dark Urge, lest it consume my mind. I must discover who I was, and what happened to me. Before my twitching knife-hand writes a tragedy in blood.