His ambition now, stated plainly to himself, was this dreadful thing fully under his control, spent down beat by beat, every secret in it his.
And a man cannot bring a monster under his control by refusing to ever engage with it. He brings it under control by setting off its traps on his own terms, while he holds every advantage, and overcoming them, and proving to it and to himself that the cage holds even when the prisoner is allowed to act.
He knew there was a trap. He wanted to spring it. He wanted to walk into the thing THE Sealed One had built and walk back out intact, because that was what mastery actually looked like, and because he was done flinching from the contents of his own heart!
So he sent a sliver of his Intent, a sliver of himself, toward the thread of information!
