[Ah. Well. That certainly is terrible; even worse than Chuuya originally thought, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Their worlds are gone, lost to the Storm, and they’re never coming back.

Chuuya clenches his fists at his sides; he hates being told he doesn’t know something, even if it’s true.]

Yeah, that’s fucked up and wrong, and you’re right, I dunno what your world was like, and I never will, because it’s gone.

[A sharp inhale, as if Chuuya has been physically harmed.]

My world is too. It’s all fucking gone, in the past. So why keep clinging to shit that doesn’t apply in this world? [He grits his teeth. This is just as much a speech to himself as it is to Shell.] This isn’t your world, and humans aren’t cattle here, so whatever you think you’re doing by not feeding on willing humans, it’s not fucking worth it.