"Please don't cry, please don't cry..." Avery thought to himself as he continued to gulp down the girl, who was definitely crying. It made his heart ache as he tried to get his mind off of her misery with her flavor. She oddly enough tasted a little sweet, and her cold body combined with said flavor reminded Avery of ice cream, or a popsicle. Avery tilted his head back so that, along with his muscles, gravity could help do all the work for him.