It burns. I have never felt such pain in my life. [HE] should have warned me about this. Is this what [MWIZI] will feel like? Through the pain, my hunger gnaws at the empty husk of my stomach. I am still so hungry. I wish I could cry. I remember the tears that streamed down [HIS] face. I want to be like [HIM]. Maybe then I wouldn’t be so hungry. 

The little one hurt me with that loud thing. I have never seen one before. Anger courses through my veins at the thought of the smaller one. Nothing has ever hurt me like that. How can I forgive the smaller one for what they have done? I cannot. I need to eat them before they can hurt me again. I am good at devouring the ones who stand in my way. [HE] stood in my way. [HE] was the only one that didn’t taste good, despite his friends being delicious. 

My anger switches to excitement when I think of how the one that glows could hear me. No one had ever been able to hear me, not even [HIM]. I want to talk more. I just want to be heard. The scientists didn’t listen to me. [HE] didn’t listen to me. The smaller one didn’t listen to me, but the one that glows did. Maybe they will take away my loneliness. The desire to eat them tugs at my mind, but perhaps I shouldn’t. The smaller one will make a good meal. I do not need them both.

A lightness that I had never experienced fills me. The one that glows is perfect. I am perfect. We should be together. However, they say that they feared me. Was [HE] scared of me? How do I make the one that glows like me? Will he ever like me? Whatever I do, the smaller one is a problem. I will have to take care of that first.