Dusk falls along the hull of the Pequod. As you travel down to the cabin of the vessel, your eyes fall upon Heathcliff—your shipboard companion. A bloody dagger is placed by his side. A thick rope is clenched between his teeth, trying to stave away the pain from his mutilation. His pained purple gaze shifts over to you, muttering with bared teeth.

Done cutting. For now. Work hard today?

You’ve seen him cutting before. But you’ve never seen him look so… longing.