Leo's uncertainty turns slowly to skepticism. Eat a monster? He's done that, always roasted on a spit or cooked in some other way, and while it felt better than the processed gas station food, he just assumed that was because it was fresh. He's not sure it will satisfy this craving he has now; it all turns to ash in his mouth anyway.
"Do I even have to try? I mean... I've been just fine like this, this whole time."
It's not like he's starving to death. It's just... uncomfortable.
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Leo's uncertainty turns slowly to skepticism. Eat a monster? He's done that, always roasted on a spit or cooked in some other way, and while it felt better than the processed gas station food, he just assumed that was because it was fresh. He's not sure it will satisfy this craving he has now; it all turns to ash in his mouth anyway.
"Do I even have to try? I mean... I've been just fine like this, this whole time."
It's not like he's starving to death. It's just... uncomfortable.