"So... you're saying that humans don't feel any urge to eat each other. And they wouldn't feel any urge to eat you or me? Or... you them?"
He... doesn't know what to do with that. He should feel good, shouldn't he? Like a weight is off of him? But... what does he do with himself if he's not constantly fighting to survive? What is there to life if there aren't beautiful contradictory carnivores loving him and in some small part wanting to eat him at the same time?
...Wow, that last thought needs to go into a dark closet somewhere. Having his leg eaten has addled his brain, clearly. Maybe love without danger and fangs has turned bland for him.
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"So... you're saying that humans don't feel any urge to eat each other. And they wouldn't feel any urge to eat you or me? Or... you them?"
He... doesn't know what to do with that. He should feel good, shouldn't he? Like a weight is off of him? But... what does he do with himself if he's not constantly fighting to survive? What is there to life if there aren't beautiful contradictory carnivores loving him and in some small part wanting to eat him at the same time?
...Wow, that last thought needs to go into a dark closet somewhere. Having his leg eaten has addled his brain, clearly. Maybe love without danger and fangs has turned bland for him.