[Serph remains calm in the face of Jayce's fear, gaze steady and sympathetic.]
It's infected. It will spread to the rest of you.
[Even though the hunger gnaws ever more insistently, Serph doesn't move. Doesn't dare to move, lest he is unable to resist the siren's call of simply tearing into Jayce.]
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It's infected. It will spread to the rest of you.
[Even though the hunger gnaws ever more insistently, Serph doesn't move. Doesn't dare to move, lest he is unable to resist the siren's call of simply tearing into Jayce.]
You want to survive, don't you?