Aionus hated the clock. This was his usual state of mind.
He could feel it draining him. Draining the ground, draining everything he touched so he could never be close to anything ever again. He still didn't know why the clock chose him, an eternity ago. An eternity from now, he would be used up, and the clock would choose someone else. Maybe he could warn them, or kill the clock somehow when it discarded him. But for the eternal now he was stuck, chained to this grinning, ticking thing as it sucked him dry, forever.