good gone girl, she's got nothing left to lose; covet

[Covet]

A lesser man (read: Covet of the past) would have been horrified by the turn of events with his children. The last few seasons were nothing but girls. They came crawling from the nooks and crannies, staring at him with orange eyes and green eyes and brown eyes and his resolve or his stout stature. They each bore a tiny piece of him, a reminder for future generations. Would they look at his children and think, "Ah, a child of Covet!" No, he would fade into obscurity like all the others. His statue on the beach would rot and melt. In only a matter of year he'd become a whisper. Then? Then nothing. There is great comfort to him in this, though. The idea that the ancients can die out and their mark is never too big to just forget. Maybe his children won't remember the disasters that befall Beqanna. Maybe, with each generation, Beqanna will slide into a sort of peace. A lull. He knows nothing. Covet shrugs to his daughter, a movement that brings a wince at an impinged nerve. That's new. He cuts it off with a cough that's too real, too deep. Also new. He adapts, he moves on, he offers a hint of a smile to the girl before him. "You'll do many stupid things in your youth. You'll do many smart things others will find stupid." Here a labored shrug, careful to prevent a repeat of the pain that shot up his body. "It's more important to do what you believe is best, and ban those who disagree." Here the flippant smile is tossed to Darking.

Covet got a long list of ex lovers they’ll tell you i’m insane