[He made the offer, he's bound to follow through. It wasn't hard to kill more than he needed to devour so the excess could be used for someone else, but saving a slaughtered target for later was strange, sat uncomfortably no matter how much sense it made. It did mean in the absence of Sera, the risks of some ignorant rookie going too long without devouring wasn't as likely.
He'd been told that didn't happen here, but Heat wasn't counting on that being reality. As Jayce settles down and offers Serph a bottle that's both familiar and not, he drags himself back to his feet to re-locate something reasonably edible.
There's no immediate bad associations with whatever Serph's been handed. It's probably fine. Probably.]
Looks like engine oil.
[Light golden brown, liquid, a little thicker than water, an odd offering but maybe it's the best anyone could find for cleaning and maintenance for the sparse number of guns in the convoy. It's useful.
He'll be back in a minute. There's a box around here somewhere.]
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He'd been told that didn't happen here, but Heat wasn't counting on that being reality. As Jayce settles down and offers Serph a bottle that's both familiar and not, he drags himself back to his feet to re-locate something reasonably edible.
There's no immediate bad associations with whatever Serph's been handed. It's probably fine. Probably.]
Looks like engine oil.
[Light golden brown, liquid, a little thicker than water, an odd offering but maybe it's the best anyone could find for cleaning and maintenance for the sparse number of guns in the convoy. It's useful.
He'll be back in a minute. There's a box around here somewhere.]