[Kavinsky has no need for second-hand experience, no matter how real it might feel as the memory is relayed to him. The rush would be fake, sucralose sweetening up his humdrum life waiting for the next mission. Others have worked on tightening their bonds, but the bleedover isn't strong enough to transform Kavinsky entirely. He's so good with people when they can't sense his hunger. The gnarled up, black pit of him was never meant to be put on display.]
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[Kavinsky has no need for second-hand experience, no matter how real it might feel as the memory is relayed to him. The rush would be fake, sucralose sweetening up his humdrum life waiting for the next mission. Others have worked on tightening their bonds, but the bleedover isn't strong enough to transform Kavinsky entirely. He's so good with people when they can't sense his hunger. The gnarled up, black pit of him was never meant to be put on display.]
Thrill me, man, I know you got it in you.
[He wants Sam to have it in him.]