[ The tips of his ears perk forward slightly, unconsciously, in reaction to that smile. ]

It will pass, or I will tear myself apart. Either way, I must try to ensure that you and the others are safe.

[ He glances down, staring at the cloudy ring, at his bare hand. He could swear he sees a blood stain blossoming over his palm already. ]

It never truly leaves me. I fight it. And sometimes I lose.