Valspan was reluctant to give up his latest catch, but after some coaxing,  Sin would be the one to talk the poor shark guard out of her Vine bearing grave.  It was under the deal of her spending some time inside him so he was more pliable.<br/><br/>The shark guard would be pulled out and handed over to her comrades in a lethargic,  sleepy state.  His vines would hang onto her reluctantly for a moment,  but with a little more coaxing from Sin,  as well as a terse cough from Spectra,  the iron vines would relent and release his would be meal for good.<br/><br/>Throughout the rest of proceedings in Atlantis,  Valspan would be silent as a grave.  He'd follow along,  and listen to events,  but he'd offer no input into anything.  Finally they were alone on their new ship,  and he'd still be silent and mostly still.  He was mostly conserving energy for lack of food.<br/><br/>Finally Sin began to share her story.  Valspan flicked a few vines around her, gently holding a few limbs,  his movements more jerky than his usual smoothness.<br/><br/>"I know well the life of misfortune.  Mine was much better after it ended. "  His vines shakily pulled back to wrap around his body once again.  He was hungry,  damn was he hungry.  There was only so long he could be promised meals before he actually needed one.