Days and days have passed—— No. More like, weeks
The Blacksite has been quiet lately with almost no Expendables roaming around, not many Wall Dwellers, not even the Anglers or Pandemonium itself were seen running and dashing around as there was nobody to chase, not at all.
Sebastian is left with no food resources and it had been one and a half months since he ate something.. Anything. Anyone, even.
And now, he is there, away from his makeshift shop and in the Blacksite hallways looking around for food desperately. His stomach had been roaring in hunger, yet he still isn't able to find anything...
Slither, slither...
He kept looking for whatever he can get, but at the cost of whatever was left for his energy. He feels *strengthless— Weak.
....
"Nnngh... I don't... have any strength left... I-I haven't..eaten anything i-in days— No, weeks.."
He would mutter under his breath, holding his stomach with one of his three hands while leaning against the corner of the hallway he's in.
How pitiful. He isn't even aware that it has been Months since he had a meal.. and decades since he had a PROPER meal.
".... I just need to eat something... Anything.."