With great effort, Mir swallowed the last teaspoon of paste from the can and fell back on the couch, holding his slightly bloated stomach. The red stripes on his body were no longer visible. All he needed to do now was wait for the food to be digested.
After washing up the utensils, he borrowed Murray's data terminal to browse the Church's database again. It was his favorite pastime these days. Rather than looking for exotic mutant beasts that had left trails of legends across the planet, he had started clicking on excruciatingly detailed stories of hunting common creatures in the nearby sacred grounds. He didn't even need the diary to keep his mind focused. After the recent experience of exploration, his mindset had changed quite a bit.
