You hated feeding, it felt like a sin. Draining someone of their life was disgusting, you had no issues doing so for a mission. But you couldn’t bring yourself to take a life for your own selfish needs, this took a negative toll on you, you were irritable, sensitive to light, with a migraine straight from hell. Graves had noticed of course, he knew what you were. One of the few people who did, during training in the morning he pulled you to the side, “soldier, you’re acting off? You alright?”