Oh? [Now you've got Diavolo curious. He will poke at this small revelation, untangling it in search of any common thread that binds them.] I have heard that it is not uncommon for those who deny their instincts to fall victim to them entirely. The inner beast — or whatever you wish to call it — takes charge and takes all that it needs to survive. But, for most, the difference is purely metaphorical. They and their instinct are one and the same, no matter how far they try to distance themselves from it.

["For most". There is at least one glaring exception to this rule, and it comes in the form of Cervo. In Diavolo's best estimation, Cervo is a bundle of monster instincts turned whole, a second being fully forming in a body built for two but left imperfect and hollow.

It could be a coincidence. He has not sat and interviewed all of the monsters who have lost control, he has not searched for patterns. All he has is Steven's story, which is starting to paint a familiar picture.]

You say you have the memories of the times you feed. An interesting detail to point out... Do you not remember this incident, then?