Eyes
It can’t last, I know this. Each person that takes the bait is another step closer to the ferry. A grim countdown; measured in eyes. Only two left now. The next person to answer Elizabeth’s challenge will be the last.
It has been good, to be free of the hunger for a time. To not have to worry about how much I am willing to risk, and what moral compromises I am willing to accept. The answer to the latter being far more than I would have imagined. I have become a monster, and that doesn’t bother me as much as it should. Selfishly I cling to life, and while I am horrified by the cost I am still willing to pay it. I thought I wanted death, on the journey, on Shadowfall, when I first tasted blood. But while I now agree that I shouldn’t be allowed to live like this that doesn’t change the fact that I still want to live.
My days are numbered, my lifespan can be measured in stolen eyes. Whether it be here or back in realspace, I know that I will be killed when my task is done. I almost made it. We are so close now. If I had been a little stronger I could have made it all the way to the end. I was so close.
(The illustration is of coyote eyes after several months of preservation, I couldn’t find any reference images of eyes in the early stages and none of the tutorials on how to preserve eyes had any photos of the process)
(The fic I wrote while the roleplay was ongoing when the terrible @in-chains-broken managed to break my character AGAIN (you’re amazing never change <3), when I reread it before posting it I was entertained by how much of a miserable sod Jaspar was XD he spent most of the campaign convinced he was about to die of something or other)