[R can't be certain but he thinks he hasn't eaten in weeks. Grey days that were only ever punctuated by violence and bursts of blood have since started merging together; there's nothing to differentiate one from the other now that he's stopped hunting. But, even now, with time slipping away from him, R won't eat.]
[Stubbornness still has him clinging to whatever's left of his humanity.] Don't... want...
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[Stubbornness still has him clinging to whatever's left of his humanity.] Don't... want...