Aidan furrowed his brow and looked at his hands, unable to look at Peter while he said what he needed to say. Leeloo's face was well tucked away from the front of his mind, replaced with the image of an amalgam of magazine models. A brown haired girl with a pink streak in it, blue eyes, tallish, slim. She moved in his mind as if she were a real person, so hard he'd worked to create her. But he was still ashamed to look at his friend and make this admission. On so many levels.
"I don't know who she was. There was something special about her. She's the one ... the last one... who I ... killed." Aidan swallowed, chewed on his lip a moment. He described the scene for Peter, from the moment that Leeloo - not Leeloo - had appeared until the very end at the hospital. "I learn things very fast now, too. I think I drank so much of her that it's stuck in me now..."
Aidan wiped both hands over his face. "It's her blood still in me, calling to me, making me hungrier than I've ever been in my life."