[He's quiet for a few seconds, considering the options. Did he truely need it? Something within him made him wish for it, want for it] When I think about it, I am quite restless. There is something he wanted and something I could do for him and in return, there was something he would give me. I am not sure if I want it or need it.

[And yet he was always hungry. Was a soul truely that delicious?] For a month and more this has been happening. When all the cocoons are gone, I wonder then if someone will begin to worry.