If you fear nothing, then you are not brave. You are merely too foolish to be afraid.

Before I knew you, I thought brave was not being afraid. You've taught me that bravery is being terrified and doing it anyway.

Until you're ready to look foolish, you'll never have the possibility of being great.

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.