"I don't need to eat. Maybe if the world rids itself of me I won't be in this pain anymore." He groaned. He didn't want food, he didn't want anything. If Achilles did drink he'd be passed out drowning in it, but he'd never touched booze, though he questioned if it would help. He didn't know how to cure the pain, or if he'd have bouts like this forever, and if he did, well, he didn't want to suffer through that pain anymore.