[ Zephir waits, watching, waiting for her answer even though his focus is shifting way from that endeavor — any effects from the drugs will get processed wrong, and then they'll be processed out, the vampire curse at odds with the return of his true self, hidden somewhere at the core, waiting for a stone with his name to be set free. ]
I'm just… so incredibly hungry. [ The hand lingers over his stomach now, haunted by the sense that it is both too empty and too full of pain, like his insides are made of sharp rocks collapsing on top of each other. ] It's so very strange. I've never felt this way. Have you?
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I'm just… so incredibly hungry. [ The hand lingers over his stomach now, haunted by the sense that it is both too empty and too full of pain, like his insides are made of sharp rocks collapsing on top of each other. ] It's so very strange. I've never felt this way. Have you?