[Voice]

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[visceral chewing sounds and grunting, before the sound of something clattering on an empty plate]

I was eating meat exponentially more delicious than this, on board my own ship, watching Japan burn. Now, I'm stuck eating the scraps. Chewing on marrow. It's not glamourous. But I'm so hungry.

And the drums are still there, constantly pounding away. [deep sigh, then a chuckle]

If there was someone to make them stop, to cure me of them, to heal me. Know anyone like that, Paixao?