"It consumes you. It unlocks something seething and terrible from within. It's like an impulse that fills your body, and it's always ready to erupt."

Guts didn't like admit that his control was shaky on something like this, but there was no use masking the truth. With the way his luck tended to go, she'd probably see it for herself one day.

"Everything becomes an enemy. You have all this extra strength in your limbs and a thing to focus it all on. Pain doesn't matter any more. There's only one thought on your mind, and you don't stop until that thing ahead of you is in pieces."

Oddly fitting for him, despite everything.

"The witch would use her magic to clear my sight, in a way. Make it easier to see through the haze of the armor, so I don't do something I would regret."