"An ally. How clinical of you." Surprisingly, it's said without any judgment. A statement of opinion dressed as fact.

"She is my friend. I...care? About her." It's hard for him to say right now, when his processor is still addled with the need to stalk, to hunt, to consume. He looks up at Sephiroth again, a kindling of hope in his eyes.

"I'm so hungry. Ravenous. Please, I'll only take a little, hardly worth noticing. Just to take the edge off. Then I'll find someone else. But I can't go on like this. I'm begging you, please."