Desmond sighed and sat down where he usually sat, and poked at his food. He wasn't hungry at all. In fact, he felt full. Not the kind when you eat too much or something like that, but... satisfied. The darkness was now seeping into him. Feeding him. He kept feeling the sensation of something moving under his skin, and the shadows whispered at him, small, black wispy hands caressed his face, and he heard sweet whispers. They sounded like his mother. _"Kill them all Desmond. You have the power to destroy the human race, the biggest filthiest race of all the animals. Pigs with arrogance to call themselves intelligent."_ He shook off the thoughts and the hands vanished; they were never there.
He looked at Luna and saw she wasn't eating either. He dissolved into shadow and reappeared near her, one seat between them. "Are you OK Luna?" He asked this with a sympathetic voice but his eyes simply stared on. No care or reason in them. Dead, disconnected eyes. The rest of him showed caring and concern, but the eyes were cold. She would need to be pretty observant to tell, but it was there.