[No. She doesn't know. Hayame has never been someone who relished in her meals. She ate to fuel her body, and taste was inconsequential. Even something as simple as exclaiming that something was delicious didn't fit with the image of the cold, competent warrior she had cultivated, so hunger? It just makes you hungry, and eventually weak.
But of course. Of course he eats souls, this demon unlike the demons she had known from story and song. ... Was it because they had been "aions", no longer "mortal", that he could not feast upon them? No, what did she care-]
Do you think I care about your foul diet?
[She doesn't want to believe in a person being able to eat souls than she wants to believe in worlds being destroyed.]
You won't be eating mine, whether you've wormed your way into my head or not.
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But of course. Of course he eats souls, this demon unlike the demons she had known from story and song. ... Was it because they had been "aions", no longer "mortal", that he could not feast upon them? No, what did she care-]
Do you think I care about your foul diet?
[She doesn't want to believe in a person being able to eat souls than she wants to believe in worlds being destroyed.]
You won't be eating mine, whether you've wormed your way into my head or not.