[Hunger's something Kavinsky knows well. It's always gnawing away at him, leaving gashes on his internal organs, scrape marks on his bones, because he can never seem to find a diet that will leave it sated for longer than a handful of hours.]
(Easy. Your symbiote wants to protect you. You're its host. You're its favorite bitch. So, we just make it think you're in danger.)
[Kavinsky begins to walk away from the bulk of the Nest. Their mourning's so heavy. His present conversation is better off somewhere less oppressive.]
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( Easy. Your symbiote wants to protect you. You're its host. You're its favorite bitch. So, we just make it think you're in danger. )
[Kavinsky begins to walk away from the bulk of the Nest. Their mourning's so heavy. His present conversation is better off somewhere less oppressive.]