Without the bodies of the dead, I feel nothing. I am a ghost that hungers and hungers and hungers but there is no relief. Dressed in corpse I taste, I smell, I touch.
Sometimes I take bodies with people still inside them, but it is tiresome and they fight too hard and it is much work work work work to keep them as my own. It is too troublesome when there are plenty of dead meat around, especially in this place. So many here that kill but do not eat, better for me. Eat or wear, wear or eat, or wear then move then eat. Many choices.
What is it to have such sharp teeth as you? I would like teeth like that, long and for snatching and severing. They seem as good predator teeth.