Because everything worth having hurts.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

It wasn't just my beast's hunger, but Jean-Claude's blood thirst and Richard's craving for flesh. It was all that and the ardeur running through all of it, so that one hunger fed into the next in an endless chain, a snake eating it's own tail, an Ouroboros of desires.

And there you go again, that tone in your voice, never a word out of place, but your tone says clearly, 'You are a fucking psycho bitch and I hate you.

Merry didn't make you a whining bitch, Talan; you were always that.