During the whole ordeal, Magic absolutely paid no attention to anything but her apple, downing it again for the second time into tiny crumbs. Eating something once was great, but getting to eat it twice was close to paradise. Glancing at the apple core again, her tiny brain eagerly imagined the possibility of eating the same apple as many times as she could until she got bored of it. Her eyes fixing the only remaining seed at the center of the fruit, he waited for her favorite red meal to return once again.<br/><br/>Sparktail, on the other paw, had been far from disconnected from the umbreon activities. He had been about to tell the mew that his human name wasn't to be mentioned when all will to do anything had been sucked away by the dark predator when he grabbed the small feline. Seeing so much power being overthrown by the jaws of the common pokemon had the effect of a bomb on the poor mouse. It wasn't about good or evil anymore, but about watching a creature being offered in some kind of sacrifice to the beast. Paralyzed by fear, he tracked every movement of the umbreon and the mew, until he saw that bulge appear in the predator's throat.<br/><br/>This was the moment chosen for his humanity to break loose, winning the war over his instincts. Too many things had been mentioned, too much implied. A creature was about to die, but he didn't care. All he saw in that was a way to pleasure himself over it. Noticing that he was in fact getting excited by this display of horror, he lowered himself on four paws, hiding most of his underbelly from view. For during the next few minutes, all he did was to stare at the mew vanishing, then the pachirisu, getting even more excited with the latter. When all this was over with, Sparktail was simply giving Shadow a contented smile, eagerness shown in his eyes.