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Metamorphosis Ida can’t help but lean into his touch, can’t help the way her heart hammers and responds to even his most blatantly monstrous pronouncements of love.

Bastion is not human, not even truly a person as most would understand it. But his love is utterly sincere, corrupting and hungry just like everything else about him, but sincere.

To Ida, who has never felt such honest devotion, it is terrifying yet enticing and the fact she will surely die if she gives into him. Seems to become less and less important the more time she spends with him.

She knows she is letting him get to her. She is being seduced into being his prey. But the spider has become trapped by its own cleverness. The love is real and it drives the monster to near madness.

Bastion is not human, he does not know how to be human. He knows only how to lure and devour. He knows this and begs her to come to him anyway. Begs her to allow him to have her.

In his own way, he is scared of losing her. Ida knows that from a human perspective Bastion is mad. Perhaps even from the perspective of his species he is equally mad.

For his hunger for her seems to frustrate and sadden him. He is attached, hopelessly so and it makes him all the more desperate to catch her.

His onslaught of her is relentless. The Manor tries its best to remove all semblance of fairness, in its desperation to ferry her to his parlour door. But even at its worst, the Manor is bound to fairness, it can do its best to feel relentless, but to someone who understands its rules and tricks as she does, escape is still a possibility and escape she does again and again. Until one day, the collected mask of her host breaks not with anger or frustration or malice, but with soft pitiful pleas. He begs her to let him have her, confesses his love, does not deny that it is twisted and hungry, monstrous and terrifying.

But begs her to feed herself to him regardless. She doubts she can trust this confession, but Ida is tired and lonely and the spider makes it so hard to remember how to think like a person.

When she finally finds herself in his web, He continues to act act as if he loves her. Sincere and utterly monstrous. She finds she can’t love him any less now that she knows, the thing behind the door is as in love with her as the human mask always claimed.

It should be impossible to recognise, the human mask in the hungry monster before her. But she does, she hears the love and adoration, the dark and deep hunger that can only grow in response to its attachment to her.

Bastion does not understand how to love like a person, the notion that his hunger would soften or fade in the wake of his devotion is incomprehensible.

He cannot be filled or satisfied so easily. At least not by love alone. But when he wraps his jaws around her and swallows her up.

She gets the sense that perhaps, if he finishes digesting her, he might be more human for it.

She has changed him, as he has changed her. He is not something that changes well or easily. She can feel that it pains him to absorb her, he loves her and he loves how it feels, but he’s not used to the souls he devours, staying, he’s not used to receiving love, any more than he is to giving it.

He clutches at his stomach and heart, calling her name in confusion, Unsure how to deal with her staying with him, he does not want to let her go. But does not understand how to sift through her human perspective.

He has no sense of conscience, no sense of restraint, but through her, he does. It’s confusing to him, so confusing to be so heavily influenced by the one he devours. He does not resent her for it, but he is afraid, so afraid, of these strange pangs in his chest of the liquid pouring freely from his eyes.

He does not comprehend guilt or remorse and yet their union lets him experience it. “What have you done to me?!” He pleads with her, but though he can feel her presence she cannot answer him as she is. “Ida please, I don’t understand” He sobs “I feel more satisfied than I have ever felt, so why?” She cannot answer but even if she could, she would not. He will learn now that she is with him. He will learn so many things, he could not before. And Ida is content, knowing he has not rejected her, even as she corrupts him from all he understands, into something new and complex. “You are what you eat” has never been more appropriate or more damning.