No, it didn't. But there's a long pause as Serph tries to muddle through the confusing whirl of what had happened.

"No," he admits. "We stopped trying to kill each other. We continued to hurt each other. I ate John." He's being literal here. But his gaze slides away, his wings fluffing in embarrassment. "I should have stopped but I didn't. John tasted... like nothing else."

Like an electrifying spark on his tongue, visions of celestial bodies behind his eyes.

He understands now, why Jayce had been so worried about hurting Viktor.