Ayen was not afraid to be alone; he had grown accustomed to it by now. The same was true with loneliness. It was harder to get used to, and he could not claim he had already overcome it.
Perhaps he had adapted to it and become numb so that being lonely was no different than being alone, a short way to summarize how he lived over the past years.
Suddenly, Ayen felt suffocated by the silence and loneliness... of being alone.
Was this an aftermath and backlash of messing with him at the same time? Ayen disliked this feeling... but the cravings inside of him intensified so much that they overwhelmed him.
It was more than the craving for food... something more... and Ayen was so scared to explore. He did not want to expect something.
Due to his chaotic mind and the backlash intensifying his cravings, Ayen did not manage to take a nap even for a minute. Until the two returned.
Ayen curled up at the end of the sofa, head leaning against the backrest, looking so weak.
