"The reason is quite simple: the answer is 'Racial Desire.' We have come to believe that just as we sought information to any length, your race also sought a satisfied stomach or, should I say, hated hunger to any length as well.
You have really done well, do you know that? We only figured this out after your second month of fasting. We saw how slowly and efficiently your body actually used nutrients to keep you alive, and this was the same for others. We noticed that your race seems to always die with a healthy body. Your bodies still had enough strength to continue on, but the very desire to eat seems…
'Why? Why are you telling me all this?' I thought internally as I kept my eyes on him.
"A simple question, the answer is "Your Reward." Though now that we know your race's innate desire is food, we shall still grant you splendid meals. But your first reward will be information, for there is no greater reward than that"
'Can you read thoughts?' I tried to confirm if my mouth was somehow opening without me being aware, or if he could read my thoughts. That in itself was a dangerous thought.
"…" This time there was no answer, rather there was silence, and it was nerve-racking.
"No," it looks like he took his time to see whether to give me that information or not. So, he can't read minds. That is great, but how?" I can tell what is on your mind in summary, but not the full detail. Now, do not interrupt me again until I finish." He said and continued. He kept speaking without moving from the same spot and left after he was through without even looking back, the summary.