[ serph had a point— if jayce had considered sharing (which he did. obviously it felt wrong to heat an entire creature and not share). something to keep in mind if he wants to bring in some meat for the rest of the convoy tired of pancakes. ]

That corruption was what killed me. [ when his corpse was splayed open toward the sky, ribs and skin apart, no heart to speak of and hollowed out by the infection that ran wild inside. outside. ] It's still part of me, now. I don't think it'd affect me the same.

But you . . . I wouldn't take chances.