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>INSPECT THE MEAT CLOSER
The meat is extremely fresh, almost shuddering with the final impulses of ebbing life. Every twitch disgorges another gout of <span class="mu-r">blood</span>.
You had thought that it was an organ at first but on closer inspection, it's more of a blend of organs, viscera, and other extremely damaged body parts. The sight grows more horrible as you discern the pieces of a former human life within the mass. It reminds you more of an industrial accident than an act of butchery. It reminds you of the meat plant.
Just mere feet away, you watched your brother fall into the equipment and get minced into the mince. Even more than his screams and the sheer helplessness you felt, you remembered how nothing recognizable as a human being came out after the machines did their work. Just pieces of his jumpsuit, zippers, bones.
You pluck out one of the scraps and inspect it, numbly.
Calypso lets out a confused hum.
Yes, you know this: it's the green fabric of your uniform, of your batch brother's uniforms, of you and every sailor on the starry sea. How could you not recognize it?
The sheer brutality required to tear the flesh like this...
Your stomach churns. Not just from whatever you've eaten, but from the deep revulsion and anger and horror welling up inside.
<span class="mu-r">Whoever this was, he must died screaming.</span>
[+1 ANTIPATHY]
The smile of Calypso shrinks backwards.
She senses something is wrong. She seems almost afraid.
Afraid of <span class="mu-i">you</span>.
It takes you a moment to find your voice.
>HUMANS DON'T... SHOULDN'T EAT OTHER HUMANS. BUT THANKS FOR SEARCHING FOR ME.
"Ah, ah."
"You humans are... so strange, so handsome, and so, so <span class="mu-r">lovely.</span>"
"There's nothing wrong with eating one another. I've seen your brothers do it. <span class="mu-i">I</span> see nothing wrong. Children drink their mothers, lovers drink each other, and we each feed on each other in our own ways. It's all from a place of love, you see."
"But it's okay. I understand. I can still enjoy you so."
"And well." And you swear to your Lord you can see Calypso <span class="mu-r">blush</span>. "I must apologize then for the lack of variety in this meal. There's just so much work to be done, after all, and this is all I can offer."
"It's the thought that counts, of course. Of course."
You hear fidgeting.
<span class="mu-r">[+1 LIBIDO]</span>
"You sound tired. No... You seem sad."
"I can take away this meat from your sight so you can remain just as bright as before."
"Everything will be alright."
"Please finish your soup... lest it congeal too much."
And in a smaller voice, she asks, "... and please tell me if it's good?"
You can hear the wind now. No, not the wind, something else. Something groaning.
