«Aren't you going to eat them?» Alice asked, nudging one of the Adventurer's corpses with her paw. «Their essence might be useful.»
Adam looked at the human remains, a complex, unfamiliar hesitation rising within him. "...I don't know. I'm not... particularly fond of eating humans." The memory of the first time he'd consumed a human driven by blind rage and desperation—surfaced. It had been an act of survival, not choice.
But now, with his human intellect fully intact, the idea felt... distasteful. Yet, a colder, more pragmatic part of his mind countered, 'I've already crossed that line. What's the point of having scruples now? These humans were enemies. They came to kill me. Their bodies are resources, no different from the Queen or the Mugwump. To discard a useful resource out of a pointless, lingering sentiment is a weakness. A luxury I cannot afford.'
