[And there it is. There's the threat that ensures Steven will feed of his own volition, despite how much it unsettles him. What happened out in that foggy wasteland beyond the mountains, way back in August, was even worse. Losing consciousness and then snapping instantly back into awareness beside a corpse is familiar to him in all the worst ways, and it'd become a continuing nightmare. He'd gotten himself caught in a vicious cycle of using so much of his own power to hunt down prey, the feeding barely helped. If not Marc, then who was responsible? Was it him, or...?

He's already talked this over with both Atem and Cervo. It's not really a secret he's trying to keep.]

Yep... That's how I know I haven't gone too hungry for a while. 'Long as I feed about once every four weeks, it's me doing the feeding. I've got the control and the memories, all of it. But there was one time where I waited too long and... [He sits up straighter, his hands slipping from the table into his lap.] I dunno. I dunno if that was me. Maybe it wasn't.