He thought, finally, he was starting to get a sense of what he wanted. More than anything, he wanted to beat the Hobgoblin. More than anything – more than he'd ever dared hope for anything before. What he wanted was the strength to beat a worthy adversary. Such a thought set his soul on fire with delight.
He was even beginning to think he knew what he needed to do. Or at the very least, he was beginning to understand it on an unconscious level – what he was looking for, his body told him, it wasn't to be found in the outside world. There was a problem going on inside of him, there was something that was holding him back. He needed to find what it was.
