Arthur tore through the meat with animalistic ferocity, barely pausing to breathe between bites. His hunger was a living thing, clawing at his insides, demanding to be sated. Aziel watched with a mixture of amusement and concern as he handed over an oh-so-familiar jar of water shortly after providing the food.
Arthur was scarfing down the food as fast as physically possible, juices running down his chin in rivulets that he didn't bother to wipe away. Yet even as his body rejoiced at the nourishment, his mind rebelled. He couldn't help but feel guilty. Guilty of preserving his body... of keeping it alive after what he'd done. But despite the emotional turmoil raging within him, he couldn't possibly resist the temptation of sustenance and continued to eat, his body's needs superseding his desire for self-punishment.
