Carried: Thirstiness; Dryness of the Mouth and Throat

It runs as a parched, braced vigilance, a fear and anticipation anxiety that senses something dangerous or punitive is always imminent, a fish-out-of-water dread of not having what it takes, a conviction that nothing is as it seems and that catastrophe could strike at any moment and cannot be headed off. It was set by a family full of subterranean subterfuge and sabotage that no one openly saw. What it asks for is one stretch of ground felt as safe enough to set the guard down.

Something bad is always about to happen that I won't see coming, so I never let my guard down.

Lynceus, whose sight could pierce the earth itself and see what moved hidden beneath it, forever watching the concealed. The form implies a task: to find one place where nothing is moving underneath.