[ jayce physically slumps from his posture with a reflexive breath out in stiffled relief. but should he really be relieved when it wasn't . . . well. one of those things that he shouldn't be thinking too hard about. ]
No, that's . . . That's good.
[ he hopes so, too. jayce doesn't even need to say it, his eyes speak loudly. they especially give away to a touch of wandering melancholy. he wouldn't want that sort of hunger to return, but. jayce doesn't know until what point he could even eat anymore. he hasn't for hours. days. he hasn't felt the need, neither the pit. he hasn't tried out of fear. ]
I haven't eaten since the accident. I don't think . . . I could, if I tried.
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No, that's . . . That's good.
[ he hopes so, too. jayce doesn't even need to say it, his eyes speak loudly. they especially give away to a touch of wandering melancholy. he wouldn't want that sort of hunger to return, but. jayce doesn't know until what point he could even eat anymore. he hasn't for hours. days. he hasn't felt the need, neither the pit. he hasn't tried out of fear. ]
I haven't eaten since the accident. I don't think . . . I could, if I tried.