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"You are speaking to Caren Ortensia. I'm here for your needs."

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[She lost it.

She lost control.

Did she ever have it at all? There was something that made her chest hurt at the realization, the snap back to her awareness as she felt his hand on her head. She tasted fabric in her mouth, not flesh.

Caren...only felt pathetic in relief. But of course she could not beat this virus, she could only carry it. Like any other human.

Her chest hurts. A hand presses where she can feel her heart beating, passive as she lets Sion put her down onto the bed.

Maybe it was because she felt so sick, but she was taking it hard. There was a lost look in her eye as he brought her chin up, told her to drink. Her voice is soft and...defeated.]

I don't want to eat you.

[Her eyes close, taking away some of the pain. Her body still throbs with the desire for flesh, but she ignores it, like she ignores the pain of her person. It does make her mouth open briefly, as if to clamp down on his fingers or bottles-but she forces her jaw to tighten, and her mouth to open to take only the most delicate of sips.

God. Was this what it was like, to become a cannibalistic version of Kirei? She didn't want to become that mad man.]