Pan laughed. "They do," he agreed as he took a sip of his fresh drink. "It lurks in their hearts from birth to death, for so many. And if it doesn't?" He shrugged. "There is always something else. Always."

Fear was one of his lifebloods, and despite his appearance, he could inspire it without thought. It wasn't a game he chose to play often, but it could be a stunningly complex and lovely one if he used the right weapons.