Faustite drank the rest of his tea in a few swallows, and it provided a minor remedy to his sluggishness. Blinking away the sleep might take some time yet, alongside a decent breakfast to bring him some energy. Better that he didn't ask Jet to stay for that sight, however; he could only guess how mortified the Sovereign would become if he saw the way Faustite ate food he didn't feel like chewing. He was sure Jet could hear his hunger, though — his core had a habit of crackling and sizzling more obnoxiously when he was famished.
"… It'll be done," he said at last. As much as he was afraid of his own impulses, especially around others, there was no other option but to overcome them. And he knew that path to be grueling, especially since he lacked his original means for staving off the lure of starseeds. Faustite held back his next question; he hadn't the will to speak it.
The thought about survival was a somber one. It wasn't that he snubbed Jet's help, for the Sovereign provided a terribly useful tool while he got his s**t together, but he was alone in this. Jet may have eaten starseeds before, but Faustite never knew him to be addicted to them. He never mentioned it. The rest of his team was spared the agony of being so dependent on starseeds by virtue of his incessant reinforcement of how dire their frivolous use could become. As he thought back on the roster of agents he knew, he couldn't name any that shared his addiction to starseeds, let alone one that was part youma like him.
Perhaps it was easier to survive with others. But that didn't make others more relatable.
"Understood," he said, with a slight sizzle to his sibilance. "Will try not to be a stranger."
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