You feel drunk, but maybe it's the kind of drunk you get off just living. I mean, really living, you haven't done that in a while. Your skin is hot and buzzing, and the cold blades of grass beneath you feel almost like small pin pricks. Within seconds your mind is bouncing between life and death, love and loss, but you're able to still yourself. You look up to see the moon in all her glory, she's full and shining with purpose despite being enveloped by pitch darkness. You wonder if you could be like that. --- In which Mirio learns that curiosity did in fact kill the cat. But satisfaction would always bring it back.