Sustenance.

After a helpful discussion with the unlikeliest of people, I've pushed myself to take a bite of food. The first in turns. I've decided withering away isn't an option. Truly, the better option is to eat regularly, to train more often, and to become stronger than I was before. It was her decision to leave, it will be her to rue the night she did so. I will not suffer at the thoughts of Why, any longer.

The Shark, refined and tempered, is back.

Ladies, hide your purses.