A middle-aged man was sitting alone in a large cave. He had a flame in front of him and was roasting a rabbit. The scent of cooked meat lingered in the cave.
"Aren’t you bored with this, Desvidia?" A handsome young man appeared next to the flame.
"It’s not my fault that you lost your ability to taste and smell," Desvidia said. "But I do pity you."
"What’s the difference? Don’t tell me you still have an appetite."
"Only animals eat to quell their hunger, Morgan," Desvidia said, shaking his head. "I enjoy the process of making it, the process of eating. I enjoy the taste. Brings me back to the old days. Once in a while, I need to remind myself what warmth and comfort mean."
"You’re starting to sound like Golman," Morgan said with a laugh. "Why are you doing this yourself?"
