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          Showing a lack of self-control is in the same vein granting authority to others. It was an emotion he thought he’d mastered long ago; his signature disciplined composure was something he prided himself in- however the other’s words rang so very true. With reluctance he recalled the trail of ravaged bodies upon bodies lying stone cold on the ashen concrete, stripped of their flesh…organs entirely devoured.While most consisted of miscreants the few innocent lives contributing to the count was enough to send his blood boiling. And that’s what struck a nerve. The crisp, unwelcomed memory of that fateful night twelve years ago triggered- the night his parents were mercilessly drained down to the last drop of blood their bodies had to offer...their blanched and distorted faces haunting him to the core. If the ghoul was looking for sympathy, for understanding, he sure wouldn’t find it here. No, all this did was serve as a reminder that the only thing these creatures cared about was feeding their greedy mouths. It took every ounce of restraint to refrain from lashing out- his fingers ached to unsheathe his blade...but in the end he conceded to reason, determined to maintain the weakened grasp on control. So instead he merely spat back with each syllable consciously dipped in venom ❝Look at that, we agree on something.❞