Is it a blessing or a curse that this is all you know? This hunger that yawns eternal as you quest for power, a huge and cavernous want for more. It aches in a way that cannot be quenched by food or by knowledge alone. You've learned that the hard way, over the years, over-eager to consume all that you encounter, over-eager to consume all that you can see.
You are hungry and the answer is power, and it is all around you. In every stygian you see, you long to possess what they are capable of...
But it is verboten, to end them. You are not sure if you could. You are not sure if it is what you want, too; it is not that you wish to see them gone, merely that their powers were...yours.
But. You are bound by the laws that shape you, and instead of ever truly being strong, it lingers at the edge of your possessions, flitting in and out of existence depending on who you are near. The powers you can siphon off of others, that you acquire through osmosis, are only a temporary solve