I feel as if my blood were primal fire. Good days.
I feel as if my blood were primal fire. Bad days.
Suffering and death are offensive and opponent to my deepest wishes.
Tapping into others is my drive. Sometimes I can't help myself. I have to fuse with them. Vital that others can pull me back from the edge when self-preservation flickers out.
Fe is a humiliating prospect. How do you cap a volcano?