Most people probably start getting nervous now. But something in Fever relaxes, the way that a sailor spots land and has new strength to keep rowing. It's so loud. It's always loud in her head, a discordant and dissonant chorus underlined with war drums and drenched in red. She just has days where it's easier to fill her head with anything else, in whatever scant few inches are not the slithering, sticky, metallic scented sludge that makes up her own mind. Rotting from the inside out, a blood taint embedded in the structure of her bones.

Sometimes there's nothing in there but screaming.

She just nods.

"I...always want to hurt people. Even when I woke up with only my name and a vague idea of what to do, I just wanted to kill someone, something. The pieces that come back, there's just death and more death. Carnage in levels you wouldn't believe." But Daisy would, wouldn't she? That's why they're here in the first place. "Enough to say I've been like this for a long time. Or I've always been a monster and just don't remember it."

Her eyes close for a second, before they reopen.

"And it's not - I can't stop it. Just hold it off for a while. I can be talking to a dear friend, and it still just..." Every beat of her heart. Every tick of the clock. The clawing need. "At some point, redirection isn't going to be enough. When the urge takes hold, all anyone can do is run away, until it has run its course."

Tie her up. Kill her in a thousand ways. Don't assume there's any reason to it.

"...you said there was a god involved, in yours?"