"Never wanted to hurt anyone!" Asterion blurted out, looking back up at Ariadne, his eyes pleading now. "Starving. Trapped. No choice. I can choose now," he said, spreading his hand out across his chest, over his heart. "I choose." And yes, his choice meant that he avoided eating the one food that could satisfy him. It left him forever hungry, but hungry was different than starving. Hungry he could handle.