Head tilt. "It's time. Come close."

Places a strap upon Luna.

"Marriage."

"No. Marriage."

Stares in gay.

STARES.

HE IS STARING AT HIS face.

"Ah."

Just. Head shake.

"You felt, incorrect."

"If one is to trust every bad feeling they have, that would not do them very well."

"I am an immensely busy being, I am not just after coitus. I'm growing tired of this however."

"I am unable to change, I must feed. This is my purpose. Consider it a sailor out at sea."

"I can't take either of you with me. Neither of you would survive."

"I'm afraid that is not possible. Magic is rendered null, and ironically, void. I can attempt to see more that I can do, but I can not promise to any avail."

"I'm sure I can think of something. I simply wish I had the stomach of my brother. Or a simpler means to feed. I sadly can not just eat a sofa and call it a day."

"I'm afraid I don't. I still do not truly feel. I love you as well."

Finally, A return. All thanks to a certain someone. Turns out Void eating is weak to, Void eating itself.

"Nice balls, babe."

"My husband wife is cute."