“Happy now?” he continued, taking a step forward. “You want to know what was wrong with me back in the forest, what has been such a major issue to the mission? I’m not natural, Thorax. Humans aren’t like me, and your queen is wrong. I’m not like your kind either. If you get hungry, you what, wither away, die in a corner maybe? If you feed on someone excessively, they’ll feel depressed and emotional dead for a couple months at worst? If I get hungry, someone else might fucking die... and the worst thing is that deep down, there is some part of me that enjoys that fact. Like how I very much enjoyed the thought of going back and killing you for the rest of your blood that night.”