[The question makes him shake his head, reiterating his words silently. He listens as Vash describes his own experience with hunting and the hunger. And they're alike there, as well. Feeding bit by bit. Luckily for Pure Vanilla his needs are meat, and though he only takes from the food banks what he needs to quiet the rising frenzy, he never takes more than that.]

This place...

[He sighs, lowering his cup to reach out, fingers gliding along the tray until he finds the small liquor bottle. The amount of gin he adds is only a small bit - he's horrible with holding his alcohol - before he puts it aside, sips his drink. Lets the steam from the tea bath his face.]

I am a healer... From love brings growth, renewal. I shield those around me. I vowed to make lives better for everyone, to ease their pains... Not cause them.

[Lavender looks between the two, sensing the solemn mood, and gets up to fetch his toy. It squeaks ridiculously as he jumps back up, to deposit it on top of Vash's foot, then lay his head on top of it. Comfort.]

I eat from the food bank. When the urge to hunt becomes overwhelming, I seek out a farm at the end of the city and... and headbutt the farmer into the ditch. Then free his sheep, and run off.

[He sounds ashamed a little, his cheeks red. He's never told anyone that.]

I have only killed once, before this event. The Fog Gods followers were free from their town, and like ghosts, were passing through us. They caused many of us to frenzy. But even then... the death was quick.

[Claws to the throat, opening the jugular. Not the faint memory of screaming and begging, while mushrooms grew around them.]

This world is built on misery, and forces us to be our worst selves... and I'm sorry. I'm sorry you're caught up in it, that you walked a similar path as I, and were forced to break your vow. I understand how it feels, and I wish I could take it back for you, my friend.