Hunger had become nothing but an itch.

He had learned to suppress it after these years of famine that plagued the Underground.

Famine was a disease that had long remained uncured. Most Monsters resorted to cannibalism, he and his brother were no exception.

However, he stopped caring about his own hunger years ago. Nothing mattered as long as he kept his brother fed. It didn't matter how he got it.

He wouldn't eat.

He wouldn't think about how hungry he was.

He willed himself awake. Even as his bones brittled, and his magic weakened.

He wouldn't let himself or his brother become someone's meal.