Before Eivind began, he provided Blue with the bacon sandwich and instructed him to eat. Blue took the plate and set it carefully on his lap, looking down at his meal as the wolf sat down beside him and began to speak. Eivind's words were slow and careful, as if he were trying his best to explain some complicated scientific theory he only half understood. Blue listened quietly, taking small bites from the sandwich every now and again as he absorbed Eivind's words and twisted them around in his mind, looking at them from every possible angle so that he might understand them to the best of his ability. He began speaking of pairs, and Blue only vaguely followed. Synnove and Sieger were used as the prime example of this concept Eivind tried to convey, these two individuals who were drawn together by instinct, maybe by destiny, if one believed in such a thing. Blue was never sure if he did and vacillated often on the topic. If he were destined for anything, it seemed to only be a life of suffering and misery. Why else would any of this have happened to him if not for some cruel lesson from a higher being to teach Blue something?<br/><br/>When Eivind finally admitted to why he had behaved so strangely, why he disobeyed his pack's orders to kill him, why he had murdered Alden, why he unintentionally assaulted Blue in the shower, the human placed his sandwich onto the plate and set it down on the floor, away from him, his body trembling as Eivind's words consumed him. "You . . . you've got to be fucking kidding me." Blue said, shaking his head in utter disbelief, incapable of comprehending the magnitude of the information Eivind was providing him. He had asked for this; he had asked for Eivind to explain everything, and yet now that he finally had his answers, Blue felt more confused than ever.<br/><br/>"You're trying to tell me that the reason for all of this bullshit is because your<i>instincts</i>told you that we're supposed to be together? Like, boyfriends? A couple? How can . . . how can you even know something like that? You don't even know the first thing about me." Blue reached up and ran his hands through his dark hair, his headache having become even worse in the time it took Eivind to relate all of this overwhelming information. Part of it, on some disturbing level, made sense. Blue was sexually attracted to Eivind, almost painfully and embarrassingly so, and when their bodies were pressed together there was a sense of completeness that swept across Blue, making him want to melt into Eivind and never pull away. Eivind's kisses against his skin would have felt euphoric were it not for the context in which they were given, Blue had realized this while it was happening, but just because he was attracted to Eivind that didn't mean that the universe was telling them they were supposed to be together, that they were made for one another. That was nonsense, garbage, just fairy tale bullshit. There was no way Eivind could know that Blue was the one for him. He didn't even know his last name.<br/><br/>"That's not how this is supposed to work," Blue said, unable to look at Eivind as the words came tumbling from him. "You don't know me. You don't know my favorite color. You don't know my full name, or my sisters' names, or how old I am. You don't know my favorite song, or my favorite season. You don't know that I'm going to school for art--or, at least, I was before Lofgren took me." His voice was beginning to tremble again. Why was this affecting him so deeply? Why did his chest hurt, and why did he feel like at any moment he was going to burst into thick, salty tears that would burn his skin?<br/><br/>"You and I never would have even met if it weren't for Lofgren. Are you fucking telling me at all this was supposed to happen? That I was destined to be kidnapped, raped, and beaten, just so I could get to<i>you</i>?" Blue hadn't meant to spit out his sentence so aggressively, but the more he spoke, the more his voice seemed to crack, and the words came out far too sharp. "How can you just look at me and know that you love me? Is that it, do you love me? Or is your body just telling you that we're supposed to fuck until we both roll over and die of exhaustion? This would make more sense if I were a girl, at least. We could just say it's your innate animal desire to breed, or whatever it is wolves call it. But gay wolves? What is even the point of that? And what's the point of you being with me? I'm . . . I'm a human. I'm weak. I'm weak and sickly and I'm no use to fucking anyone. Even if your body is telling you that we're supposed to be together, why the fuck would you even want to?"<br/><br/>Blue's body quavered as he sat there next to Eivind, the blanket falling from him and revealing his hunched bare shoulders. The past month and a half had been one long stretch of Blue being forced to acquiesce to the will of others, and even now, in this place that was supposed to be so much better, little had changed. He was still being controlled by someone else's agenda, still being used. Eivind may not have realized it, but he was blatantly using Blue to fulfill some kind of strange tradition or prophecy or whatever that Blue didn't understand and, perhaps, only felt the shadows of. He was attracted to Eivind. But it was raw lust, nothing more. Wasn't it?<br/><br/>"You never felt this way toward anyone else?" Blue asked, wiping at his damp eyes and finally looking up at Eivind, his lips trembling. "Whatever it is that you're feeling . . . I've been the only one?"