Lynch always preferred to wake up early and then sit quietly in front of "his" tent, watching the thick fog. At this moment, he would not use the Eye of Insight, preferring to possess only mortal power; only then could he truly confront his own nature. Whether he could now call down a Meteor Storm from the sky, or take a life with just a word, or even make time stop to wait for his steps if he wished, he was still just a person—a human who could be disappointed, afraid, and lonely. Only by truly realizing this would he not lose himself in the mad torrent of blood battles.
"Do you like tasting this poison, Red Robe?"
