Haunted Wood i made your father scream

Revui was typically quite literal. He did not like words because he could not always understand their varied meanings and disliked being percieved as slow or stupid, although that would be a fair assessment of him. His statement was met by confusion and a sense of unease that rolled through the boy's face. He sneered, dragged his tongue across his teeth, amused by the implication he had not intended. But it wasn't the worst thought to him either.

Yes. Hunt, kill. They work to feed us and it weakens them. He explained as best he could, but did not want to waste breath by repeating himself. Relax. Eat. Heal. We will escape, then they will die. So he was complacent with his situation, confident in himself even now.