I wouldn't say anyone knows a lot about Fear. [ She's spoken to him on a handful of occasions, and in each conversation, he manages to unsettle her. He's careful about the information he gives away, and sometimes dodges questions entirely; the things she has learned haven't proven to be useful. ]

He's a dick. [ First, and foremost. ] The last time we spoke, he said his goal was to leave this place, [ her brows curl together in a look of thoughtful doubt ] but I'm not sure how much of that I believe.

[ In that same conversation, he also stated he might stay awhile to gather more energy, or, worse yet, take some of them along with him on his epic journey of terror (something she was quick to decline, like it would make a difference). She takes a swig to drown the sudden anxious fear that threatens to turn her belly to knots. ] Honestly, I don't think we should believe anything any of them tell us.