But his dilemmas didn't end there.

He was having his usual meal in th equiet of the huge dining room. He sat at the head of a very long rectangular table that could hold twenty seats or more. But he didn't feel lonely. Just annoyed 'cause of that horrible beast, creature, or whatever it was.

<Feed me...>, that creature repeated, staring at Saïx, with a droll in the mouth. He thought it could smile or something, it could feel something thanks to his feelings.

Also that time the man gave to that creature all his feelings, good and bad, leaving him impassive. The cherished memories about the moon had been shattered.

He wanted to kill it for that.

But if he didn't feed it, the creature would continue to torment him, every day and every night, even in his dreams. Even in his thoughts.

<I really want to kill you>, he confessed and the creature smiled a little. A creepy smile, he could see its sharp teeth impregnated with some black substance. Its scar was the most obvious feature to note on its bruised face. It reached out, passing the iron bar, to touch the man greedily, but the man took a step back. 
< Do not touch me, disgusting thing>, he swallowed.

Then, ran upstairs and threw himself on the bed, feeling like a rag.