[He takes a seat in view of the kitchen, setting his weapon case aside.]
I know that, but please tell it to my stomach.
[When he's spread this thin, it's blood he craves, and he's still trying self-denial on that front as much as possible. Food is an afterthought, albeit a necessary one.]
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I know that, but please tell it to my stomach.
[When he's spread this thin, it's blood he craves, and he's still trying self-denial on that front as much as possible. Food is an afterthought, albeit a necessary one.]