Noah watched Ozymandias settle from his feeding, the overwhelming hunger diminishing to something merely ravenous rather than all-consuming.
Through their connection, he felt the temporary satisfaction of Everythings digested, converted to pure sustenance. It prompted a question that had been building since Khor's return.
So he turned to her.
"What about… your hunger?" he asked, looking at the tiny form that had once made existence itself nervous. "What about the hunger of the one called The First Hunger?"
Khor smiled at the question with layers of meaning that contradicted themselves.
She floated upward slightly, bringing herself to a more conversational height, though her diminutive size made the gesture more endearing than imposing.
"When it comes to Inevitabilities, there are vast differences in scale," she began, her voice carrying the weight of ancient understanding. "We're not all equal in our hunger, our methods, our capabilities. There are tiers…classifications."
