[Salone]

Lev sat down at the table next to Rue, having to unsling his rifle to even do so. He laid it down in front of him, inspecting it idly as he spoke to her.

"You in for long journey. I will follow. But I no follow blindly. I gather you search. For something. You use the people, that is clear. That is not problem. I require need to know what you search for. I..."

Slaughter...

"I know that you have been doing hiding. You not like people. You from somewhere, somewhere dark. You have been above ground shortly? Where is it-"

You hunger! They are surrounded by food but you are surrounded by your cattle! Take them! Chase them! Pull them down! Tear them apart! Sink your teeth in to their flesh! Run them down! Find the meat from before! Consume the pure one! Devour them all!

Lev put a hand to his head, pausing his speech to apply pressure to a slight headache. He turned his head, eyeing Feenai from across the room. His eyes stared at her form, considering just how tender her muscles must be. How easily he could strip the meat from her bones. Just how easily his teeth could separate her trachea from her neck, how the metallic tasting blood would gush from the wound, how...

He turned back around quickly, beginning to pant a bit. He quickly grabbed Rue's drink, downing it quickly to try to either calm or distract himself from whatever it was he was experiencing. After he finished, he slammed the cup back down. He spoke in a low growl, giving his employer a glare.

"We must leave very soon. People not good for me as well."