[ Normally—that is, back when he had need for food to survive—Viktor's weak constitution had made it so easy for him to lose his appetite. Wet bites and loud slurps would have usually put him off from continuing his own snack, but after swallowing the first mouthful, he feels his hunger double. He continues at a much daintier pace than Jace, savoring the unique flavor and feeling it warm him from within. For a few moments he forgets about their debate, focused on eating, leaning closer and closer to Jayce as he goes.

When he's finished, he has a soft blush to his skin and his fingertips are stained with the purple juices. Licking them clean as he looks up into the branches above him, he hums pensively. ]

Physical appearances aside, I never felt hunger. The space around me was always celestial unless I was... looking through someone's memories. [ He's hesitant to admit it, to bring up the fact that he'd been in the heads of so many people, even if he'd only ever meant to help. For a while, he had helped Vander, and maybe that had lulled him into a sense of self-righteousness. ] And I could do anything.

[ With this, he raises a hand and feels... surprisingly, not nothing. There's no arcane energy flowing through him, nothing materializes despite his efforts, but there is an undercurrent still there that terrifies him. Quick to drop his hand, he dips it into the cool waters of the fountain to rinse it clean. ]