Tell us you predate the recognition of refeeding syndrome without telling us you predate the recognition of refeeding syndrome.
"All right, so I'll pace myself. I- believe me, I can pace myself." Mr Faust shared his prison for quite a while, after all, even after... after. Arthur didn't know when they'd send food down again. Or what that food would be. He doesn't intend his rather nasty grin, but he grins it anyway. At least the blood at the corners of his gums is his own.
"I don't actually feel hungry." Which is true, but doesn't seem to mean much when he straight away starts chattering to himself: "A real steak, something I can say for sure was once part of a cow, served with... eggs, over easy, shit, I could..." He lifts his hands and cups them, as if actually holding an egg, brown and warm, a little feather still gummed to the side. "Make a hole, suck it out through the shell... christ."
cw: cannibalism mention
Tell us you predate the recognition of refeeding syndrome without telling us you predate the recognition of refeeding syndrome.
"All right, so I'll pace myself. I- believe me, I can pace myself." Mr Faust shared his prison for quite a while, after all, even after... after. Arthur didn't know when they'd send food down again. Or what that food would be. He doesn't intend his rather nasty grin, but he grins it anyway. At least the blood at the corners of his gums is his own.
"I don't actually feel hungry." Which is true, but doesn't seem to mean much when he straight away starts chattering to himself: "A real steak, something I can say for sure was once part of a cow, served with... eggs, over easy, shit, I could..." He lifts his hands and cups them, as if actually holding an egg, brown and warm, a little feather still gummed to the side. "Make a hole, suck it out through the shell... christ."