You can’t stand it. The pacing back and forth, the cold sweats, the trembling. Your bag is running lower and lower. A few vines left to hold you until the end of this darkness comes. You’re actually considering just wandering out into the fog. Because fuck it. You don’t care anymore. You need these plants. And, well, to be honest you’re not doing so great. And you’re supposed to be helping the war effort too… What a hell of a general you are. Too busy detoxing, whining about your own problems, to be of any use.

Moving too fast, you pace around various rooms of the cavern, bobbing your head violently, ears flicking too quickly all around you. You don’t even know what you’re doing. You tried fighting, it seemed to help for a little bit, but you need something else, something to take your mind off the pain and desire that is taking over your mind. For a moment, your mind drifts back to Seele, and that time… Honestly you don’t even know what happened. You were just standing there, and then all the sudden you felt cold, distant, like you weren’t yourself. You were nothing, it was an out of body experience. That could work… But where is the damned woman? You haven’t seen her in…. how long? Months? What the hell happened to her? You shake the idea from your head. It’s a useless plan without Seele there to complete it.

And then something catches your eye. A glass box, quite large, with various slots and compartments, all of them filled with greenery. And beside it a glass basket, equally well carved, sitting full of even more greenery. Could it be? You beeline your way towards the supplies, shoving past anybody that tries to get in your way, and shove your nose towards the basket. But one deep inhale tells you that the plants are not what you want, what you need. They are not yours. You nearly shove the basket over in pushing it aside, the object dancing wildly as it tries to regain it’s balance, several of the plants within it being jolted loose.

As for the box, you waste no time throwing it open, only the chain that the creator had added keeping the lid from shattering on the stony ground below it. One by one, you begin sticking your nose into the compartments, sniffing and smelling, trying to find the one, your only god. Locoweed.