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[espadatres.livejournal.com]

[A voice post, as Hallibel still getting used to this place. She's simply musing aloud.]

I am used to hunger, but to need food... it is different. Pleasant. I wonder, did I have a favorite kind when I was human? So many memories lost to time.

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[aunomdedieu.livejournal.com]

[ For someone who believes very, very strongly that souls pass on to an afterlife, this is actually pretty disturbing. Caprica's voice falters a little. ]

You're... like a ghost.

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[espadatres.livejournal.com]

[There is the sound of a zipper, and her voice becomes muffled.] That is an acceptable word. The classic definition of 'ghost' does not apply to me, however. I am solid. I bleed. And I can die.

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[aunomdedieu.livejournal.com]

I see.

[ She doesn't, really, but it's better than trying to keep pressing for answers she doesn't understand. ]

So you didn't need food, before?

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[espadatres.livejournal.com]

[She could explain this all day long, but moving on is fine. Hallibel is cool like that.]

The strong devoured the weak. I was strong. Devouring lesser Hollows was all I needed... but on occasion, we had tea.

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[aunomdedieu.livejournal.com]

[ She makes a quiet noise that's almost a laugh at how mundane tea sounds next to that. ]

From what I can tell, there are plenty of fruits and vegetables here, and wildlife, if you can hunt.

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[espadatres.livejournal.com]

I do not wish to kill so that I may live. Fruits and vegetables will be fine.