[ He would rather not, really- give word or form to it, to acknowledge beyond what is necessary. It helps. But he won't get anywhere keeping it locked up, and he's already gotten this far- he supposes there's no backing out no. ]

...I told you back in spring what Kindred do. They require feeding off the living to survive. Otherwise, the endless hunger drives them mad 'till they can stand it no longer.

[ He idly brushes a thumb over his lips, near the tip of a sharpened tooth, and lets his lips purse into a thin line. ]

I am only half of one now, but the same applies to me. But I can go far longer, endure it better than most. [ It is only by willpower and sheer determination he resisted every attempt to feed him, but the remnants of said effort remain etched in his skin, the lines up his arms clear as day from the raking of his nails. ] I refuse to indulge myself and become what he wants me to be, which is something I'm not.

[ A monster. A parasite. A soulless creature, glutting himself whenever the want arises. ] And I am ever used to starvation, anyway.