Her hand appears on his arm, firm but careful to avoid the claws.
"Hey. I know." The hand squeezes, still careful. "I've felt it. It's like— starvation and withdrawal all— tied up in a nasty little bow. You try real food and it doesn't touch it. It just keeps eating away at you. Like acid but it's your soul it's burning through. Taking what you won't give. And no one else gets it. No one else can get it. Not really."
There's a reason why, even the first time they had to confront him about this, Daisy pushed the least. Melanie, Basira, they didn't understand the need of it. How it was like denying yourself food even as you wasted away. Always hungry. Always ravenous.
"I almost died more than once 'cause of it. It's— it might be the worst way to go." And she's died a lot of ways, most of them horrific. "I'm not telling you to starve. I'm telling you we need another way."
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Her hand appears on his arm, firm but careful to avoid the claws.
"Hey. I know." The hand squeezes, still careful. "I've felt it. It's like— starvation and withdrawal all— tied up in a nasty little bow. You try real food and it doesn't touch it. It just keeps eating away at you. Like acid but it's your soul it's burning through. Taking what you won't give. And no one else gets it. No one else can get it. Not really."
There's a reason why, even the first time they had to confront him about this, Daisy pushed the least. Melanie, Basira, they didn't understand the need of it. How it was like denying yourself food even as you wasted away. Always hungry. Always ravenous.
"I almost died more than once 'cause of it. It's— it might be the worst way to go." And she's died a lot of ways, most of them horrific. "I'm not telling you to starve. I'm telling you we need another way."