It's one of two extremes. Between over-thinking your every move to the point where you supress your desires so much that they eat you up inside and this - letting them run wild, a monster eating everyone else. Eating these people, taking healthy bites out of me...

[ She sits next to him, picking up what looks like a frozen children's shoe and turning it in her fingers. When all this happened she was eight, so presumably she'd have outgrown this size of shoes... ]

I wonder what we lived like here. I don't recall anything but a feeling of peacefulness. I suppose there is not a lot to strife over when you don't even have many trade relations to other villages....