Three. It's like eating... rice cake. It's not enough.
[And there are so many people wandering around in this city with Statements to tell. Statements he could take. Martin wouldn't like that, though.
Martin isn't here. He doesn't have to know. No one does.
No. Jon would know. And Elias.
He clutches his mug tighter to keep his hands from shaking. He still feels weak, wearing thin. When was his last really good meal? Just aboard that ship. It should have been enough. He'd lost himself to the madness there. Hadn't that been enough?]
I need something fresh, not these- pages.
[He wants to sink his teeth into something alive, more than just words on the page. He wants the man in front of him, filled to the brim with secrets and knowledge just waiting to be tapped. Is this cannibalism in its own way? Feeding on a fellow avatar of the Watcher?
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[And there are so many people wandering around in this city with Statements to tell. Statements he could take. Martin wouldn't like that, though.
Martin isn't here. He doesn't have to know. No one does.
No. Jon would know. And Elias.
He clutches his mug tighter to keep his hands from shaking. He still feels weak, wearing thin. When was his last really good meal? Just aboard that ship. It should have been enough. He'd lost himself to the madness there. Hadn't that been enough?]
I need something fresh, not these- pages.
[He wants to sink his teeth into something alive, more than just words on the page. He wants the man in front of him, filled to the brim with secrets and knowledge just waiting to be tapped. Is this cannibalism in its own way? Feeding on a fellow avatar of the Watcher?
Maybe.]