"...yeah."

How many ways can you say a single word and have it feel different in your mouth than the last time? She groans, scrubs a hand roughly over her face as if she can wipe the memory away if she tries hard enough.

"I was Hunting old victims. Didn't matter which other Fear had 'em first. You caught up to me... gnawing on some poor bastard. She almost couldn't do it. Even after I nearly bit your leg off."