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"We came from the stars, born from… whatever we came from. And every once in a while, I feel this hunger, this endless… hunger."
"Hunger?"
"Yes, a hunger that slowly consumes my very sense of self, and I rampage. I destroy, I devour… for dozens, perhaps hundreds of years. Until…"
"Until I am finally satisfied."
"What?!"
"And… This hunger is approaching, I can feel it. It is in its beginning stages, but… in a year or two… it will consume me. And… I don't want to hurt you… without realizing… the thing I fear the most now… is myself. Because…"
He held my hands even tighter, as I noticed his aura twisting into countless red eyes crying.
"Because I don't want to lose you…"
"You won't lose me!"
"But how do you know that?! I… must eat. And Frank, that human child, possesses immense cosmic power! If I can devour him… I could satiate my hunger for perhaps hundreds of thousands of years, maybe millions! That's… that's why I must feed on him."
