Heard her say something about having a name but he didn't care as he heard something even more important. The splashing and flowing of water. He felt his body overcome by a perfervid lust for water and food. The scent of food was overwhelming and the sound of water was so pleasing he was deaf and blind to all else even the stature of the being who delivered it and that his host had left the room. He quickly dove for the water engorging himself on it and pouring it down his parched throat down his esophagus fuelling his barely living corpse of a body. He felt a wave of euphoric reward overcome his body rippling through him as he feel to his knees. His bodies subconscious was telling the nerves in his body that he had done well. So very well. He kept drinking almost every drop he could. Licking the inside of it vigorusly, trying to drain every last molecule of the life sustaining liquid. He may have wanted to die but he would not pass a chance to further his life.<br/><br/>After he had emptied the water he turned his attention to the food. After only eating bland rations for months on end he had yet forgotten what good food smelled or even tasted like. With great ardour he began consuming the meal with such voracious desire it that he seemed rabid, he dove in with no regard for the elegant silverware placed beside the plate. Covering his face in the substances that his meal was garmented in. When he found he was no longer His bodies pained diminished and slowly his strength returned to him. His arms and legs flexed feeling the energy return to his once decrepit body he turned to hear another flow of water. Still feeling a great thirst he headed toward the sound to quench his still rampant thirst.<br/><br/>He found a steaming tub full of liquid sustenance and dove his head in. For a moment it burned him and under the water he released an exasperated cry, flailing his head under the water. As his flesh adapted to the tempearture of the water he then began to drink. It tasted less refreshing then the water before but still quenched his now withering thirst. As he finally sated his bodies natural desire for water and food he now felt many things that had been dulled over the weeks of barely hanging on the edge of life. Making every ration count for as long as possible and going without water for three quarters of a day.<br/><br/>He felt dirty, he felt sticky, he felt greasy, he felt broken, he felt alone... he felt. His memories he had been suppressing came back with everything else. Slowly he fell backwards and cried, cried, and cried. Releasing the water he had just ingested not from long ago, on the memories that his soul wish he had never have known. Suddenly his will to live was gone, he wanted to vomit up the water an food again so he could forget that he had a life before this and go back the primal will to survive he had been living off of. So he could forget, even if only for today...