It's all borrowed power, though he doesn't know it, doesn't know enough about plants, about himself to recognize the easing of pain and exhaustion has nothing at all to do with maybe just a free snack and adrenaline. Which means it must be that he just wasn't as bad off as he thought, maybe worms were FAR more nutritious than he thought and he'd been basically eating superfoods all this time!
"I know!" It's a squeak, a childish voice crack he instantly hates for betraying him. "I know, I know they're probably not." It's still not effortless to talk and wouldn't be for a while, but he's forcing it anyway and the squirming is going to escalate into a gentle kick if he's not put down. They might not want to look, but he was going to himself then. He sure as hell can help them now!
"But what if it was your town? Your family? You'd both check first. I know it." Because people, at their hearts, were caring of each other weren't they? Knives cared for him deeply, even if he was violent and temperamental with humans. "You wouldn't wait for 'explanations' either, I bet." So these two had to at least love their own families, and if this was their families, 'maybe later on' wouldn't do at all. He takes a big breath, doing his absolute best to sound reasonable and coherent and mature and not the all but helpless, weak, half-starved and mutilated kid he was. "I'll look. You don't have to."
He didn't want to, he's been watching corpses and pieces of corpses bloat and turn black in the sun for ... endless days now. He'd rather do anything else, if it were an option. But he's been seeing it all this time, and smelling it, and tasting it.. he could put up with it a little longer, just to be sure.
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"I know!" It's a squeak, a childish voice crack he instantly hates for betraying him. "I know, I know they're probably not." It's still not effortless to talk and wouldn't be for a while, but he's forcing it anyway and the squirming is going to escalate into a gentle kick if he's not put down. They might not want to look, but he was going to himself then. He sure as hell can help them now!
"But what if it was your town? Your family? You'd both check first. I know it." Because people, at their hearts, were caring of each other weren't they? Knives cared for him deeply, even if he was violent and temperamental with humans. "You wouldn't wait for 'explanations' either, I bet." So these two had to at least love their own families, and if this was their families, 'maybe later on' wouldn't do at all. He takes a big breath, doing his absolute best to sound reasonable and coherent and mature and not the all but helpless, weak, half-starved and mutilated kid he was. "I'll look. You don't have to."
He didn't want to, he's been watching corpses and pieces of corpses bloat and turn black in the sun for ... endless days now. He'd rather do anything else, if it were an option. But he's been seeing it all this time, and smelling it, and tasting it.. he could put up with it a little longer, just to be sure.