[He looks uncertain, at first. But the way she seems to work through it, once again, no fear, no disgust. He allows himself to sit on the edge of the bed, careful not to touch too much.

He smiles faintly and nods. He's not sure anyone else would've seen it that way, but he thinks she's right. He feels pain. Therefore, he's himself. Her question brings the smile to fade though. He looks away.]

I hunt because... it's fresh... it's... alive... It calms down... whatever this is... Clears my head...

It's not... real hunger... just feels... like it... Doesn't go away... Normal food... doesn't help... So I don't... Not fair to take... what living people... need...

[So, he wouldn't be taking from her either.]

Other things... feel touch... feel... mm... tired is weird... not needed... just... helps feel less... crazy. [He laughs weakly.] Dead don't sleep... but I do... Emotions... I feel those...