A/N: I feel like I've gotten everything wrong. Which I might've, since I haven't watched the second season. But I just kinda wrote it, so, yeah.
They didn't know how to stop. None of them. They just knew they wanted-needed more of it. The way it bled through their veins, through their souls. The way time seemed to stop and they felt like they could stay that way forever.
The first would say it was him. That he was born to have it, to use it, to master it. He would fight tooth and nail to keep it to himself, to hold on to the exhilaration of using it. Once he unlocked it, he feared it, but now he's happily a part of it all. Of something greater than what his life was before.
The alternate one would say it's a gift given to him. One that he would cherish, and love with his whole being. When it was ripped from him, every part of him mourned it. He felt wrong without it. He was focused on getting his world back to him.
The hunter would say it belonged to him. He tore it from others, reveling in both their screams and the more power he gained. Power to do what he wanted, whenever he pleased. He never gave a reason, other than that he had to kill whoever else it was shared to, to have it to himself.
The traveller would say he earned it. He was better than the rest. He didn't deserve what life handed him, but he fought to overcome it. He dug himself through hell to steal it back, to get a firmer grip on his prize.
They had lifes, loved ones, but none of them would compare to the beauty of what they unfortunately shared. Yes, they took breaks, or was forced away, but they always came back. Maybe not majorly, as most of them had a title to pass on, but it was the little things. Light runs around their city, pleasure, just to make that test finish just a little faster. They would say it was apart of them, and they wouldn't trade it for the world.