(There is no way to ignore it any longer.)
(That ravening hunger is not his own. It is that of something within him, something that demands he devours more Silk.)
(Even now, that tap on his skull, he knows that it is waiting for him to eat.)
(If he were to listen closely, he may hear the sounds of many tiny whispering voices speaking too quietly to be heard...)
(... They want him to eat more Silk.)
*Usually, hes comforted by small whispers in his head. The Hive Knight's old whispers were used from transporting siblings, when they demanded light or told him to stop jumping so much.
*Tristam's were not the same. Not at all.
*He didn't want to keep killing servitors and -- ... He didn't want to. But the throbbing pain of hunger wouldn't let up. It made him feel terrible, but what was he mean to do?
*They demanded more and more silk, it was never enough, ever. He needed to stop this.
*But first, he needed silk.
*So, like anyone would do, he -- ████████████████████████████████.
*He didn't want to remember anymore.
*It was done, and by the time he had finally felt satisfied, he was tired, and very, very angry. He needed to find out the root cause of this.
*And there was only one person he knew that could possibly help him with this.
