"Does it matter?" Whether or not he was okay with it, whether or not he could accept it, there wasn't anything as yet to be done about it. If there was, some of the others, those who'd been here longest.. they'd have found something, wouldn't they?

Maybe in time something would be found to reverse the process, but he didn't think he'd forget the taste of raw meat. Or the way the smell of blood made his stomach twist uncomfortably with hunger.

Or the way his dreams blurred with feral savagery, the joy of a hunt, a glee for killing he simply lacked his entire life. "It's a shared affliction. We'll all get through it, or we won't. What we can and can't accept is irrelevant."