I don't... [ give him a second as the pulse hits him, leaving him dizzy and feeling even more crappy. first the blood bags, and now this. thanks or pulses, how much he loves you, only not. ]

I think I have to kill. It's like... if they needed just a little bit here and there, they wouldn't need to kill and they wouldn't need it fresh. But it makes them weird, like giving a starving kid a piece of chocolate and then expect them to live off of that for a week. They... [ he stops because he doesn't know for sure, but Kei had always loathed his hunger. he hated having to hunt all the time. and offering him just a little blood had always brought out a sad smile on his face. ]

We are hunters.