They say insanity is doing the same thing all over again but expecting different results. Which, looking back on stuff, is definitely you. Yet your insanity, as it may be seen by other eyes, in truth your real non-human personality is a bit more complex. You roughly do everything the same, but getting a different result isn't what drives you, just the opposite.You go about things differently each time, as context changes, but, in the end, you're looking the get the same result: feeding your hunger. Hunger for something yet to be defined. It's not souls you eat, nor blood, nor their love, nor their pain. Ok, maybe the pain does it's tricks. Witnessing someone rip apart their own soul also does the trick. Obviously that will stop being as savory with time.
So whatever drives is not insanity, but addiction, basic addiction. As others feed on meat to stay strong you feed on souls, on pain, on shards of broken will. You look for the same result each time, and feeding isn't actually your goal. Stopping to eat is your goal. In lack of someone adequately fulfilling you end up on your knees battling for scraps of souls long gone, just giving them a final push over the edge. The edge of darkness, of human monsters not even able to be high on their own torment. 'Cause, in the end, that's your only insanity.
Again!
