Shen Qingqiu, meanwhile, feels like he's been torn open and bleeding, like a bunch of scabs on his psyche have all been suddenly ripped off. He wants to, he needs to retreat somewhere and bandage his wounds. But despite that he still manages to nod, and even muster up a weak, faint smile.

"Yes, I -- yes. Please don't hesitate to contact me, if you find yourself hungry again. Especially if you find your control...slipping." He clears his throat. "I've lived through many distressing experiences in my time. Usually I try not to think about them, but if it will keep someone else from getting hurt, then...I'm happy to share. But for now, please...do excuse me..."

He shallowly bows and then turns, hurrying for the door. If Jon watches, he might see Shen Qingqiu pressing a hand to his mouth as if holding back the urge to retch -- or to burst into sobs once more.