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I had no desire to rouse Leviathan. The worldly strength of this enemy has proved formidable. His teeth are thin blades that I must embed in my skin. His claws are at my side, his venom keeps me alive. He is an enemy intent on destroying me, and I cannot defeat him. In facing him, I only see his inevitable victory over me.
I do not expect to be skilled enough to train leviathan. I cannot, by sheer force of will, leash him to conform to my demands. My own body is untamable. It will continue to force the decline of itself. I might pierce his jaw, but it yields only temporary gain. I will die at the bloody hands of this leviathan (barring a miraculous healing or the rapture). Yet I am required to keep leviathan at bay, as long as possible, knowing I will, in the end, be overcome.

