1.16

I've been running from you, Yeti. I know you need me to survive, but I'll run just the same. Our relationship is complicated. The fear is secondary, and it isn't the driving force behind my running, but it does rush me onward without looking back. Yes, the fear alone is keeping me from looking backwards, at least, reevaluating the primary motive of my pell-mell speed. As far as I'm concerned I'm running still for the same reason I started. The claws and teeth don't distract me, Yeti, because the fear is secondary, as much as you think that's all I boil down to at the end of the day. Don't confuse me.
I'm running--not for fear, and not for some other primal animal instinct that boils up from my fervid intestines, but--because I crave the attention. God I love it. I hope I always outrun you, Yeti, for I've finally found the exact formula to perfect fulfillment, and to be eaten would ruin everything. You understand, don't you?