"A friend of mine, Nightmare once told me the same. I could walk away from all this and never hurt another soul again. Use more powers for the betterment of mankind and some other horse shit either of us really believed in. Ive fought since the day I was born and I'll die that way. I quite fighting the urge to beat and kill people not too long before I became Baba Yaga." Eli spoke as he poured the drink."

He took a deep breath of the whiskey before speaking. "You know I never got wine or tequila or vodka. Bourbon, Bourbon I get, its like drinking a warm summer day. There is nothing quite like it." He took a small drink and held in his mouth for but a moment before slowing his drink. He smiled before continuing. "I never knew my real parents, one a junkie whore and the other was a no account. That's was much as I cared to figure out. Woman who raised me pick up from the side of the road and took me in. I was hers from then on. I gave that woman so much hell and she would beat the shit outta me. Still always cared and loved me like I was hers. Now I've always wondered if I could be that kind and decent. Must be why I got a soft spot for kids and single mothers." He thought for a second before speaking again. Things were about go south.

"So the hunger, that's the reason for this tree baby nonsense? Hoping to cure or slake the hunger away? Does that make it your kid or a tool? I had a cow like that once. Raised it for two whole years before killing it so me and momma could eat. My Moo Cow I called her."