The little hunter was much like others he had brought in. All of them different in their own ways, but similar. She had been quiet for the most part since he'd brought her here.
"Others like me." Thomas said, simply. "There aren't many left, but as I am sure you are aware of the theory of Survival of the Fittest, the remaining are strong. We have spent thousands and thousands of years in constant battle. To be the last one. It is random when we encounter one another, but when it happens, there is a fight. None of you has been aware of when it happens, so far I have defeated all I have come across. If I were to fail, we would all die."
Thomas gestured to the room. "Because of you, I am strong. We all take from what we can. Worlds we pass by. I am the only one, that I am aware of, who has found your worlds. It has put me at a great advantage."