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I never looked at it that way. Sometimes it’s really hard to not think about him, after everything that happened.

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I’m sure it is, you at a point of low and he may have helped you get back to your starting point, but probably wasn’t helpful in pushing you forward.

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It’s more like... when I get hungry...
*Trails off and stares into the distance*

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*stares at you, then snaps*
Oi, come back.

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*Blinks slowly and starts eating, visibly strained*

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What does your kind eat?

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*Snaps back to reality*
Sorry—I’m sorry, I spaced out. What did you say?

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What does your kind eat?

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We eat a lot of different things. I’m supposed to feed on energy.

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Energy huh? I think you are in luck then!

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I am?

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Yup! I have been working on energy based foods. At the moment, I do have a type of alcoholic-simulated drink that is energy. I have made some foods too, buuuut they aren't received well.

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Really? Why not?

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It actually doesn't taste good to folks who can consume energy. It's weird but also interesting!

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I... don’t think I would be able to taste it. But I don’t know for sure.

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That’s what makes it interesting! Most don’t even know that they could taste energy.
*walks to behind the counter and rummages around*
I know I have a barrel of some that you can try.

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I’m—
*My stomach rumbles*
A little afraid to.

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*Lands nearby in a heap*

To repeat myself... fffffUCK! Where the hell did I end up this time? Stupid bastard...

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*A seemingly blunt sword overtakes my other hand, built from the collection of malformed, shifting, and angular gray blobs, which I swing into your abdomen, leaving traces of the gray objects along its trail and on anything it touches*

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Why is that?