[Because it will, and food, and somewhere under two years of creeping poisonous power, his mother raised him polite. There's - toast. Something bread-like. Toast is good. He has a lot of memories of toast, from the days when he spent hours curled around old mouldering bodies, learning to stitch them painstakingly back together, and plain toast was all he could hold down. Too much too fast will come up just as easily now, he is distantly aware, so he nibbles doggedly, and sips juice when it's put before him, which seems like a bit more that's right with the world.]
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[Because it will, and food, and somewhere under two years of creeping poisonous power, his mother raised him polite. There's - toast. Something bread-like. Toast is good. He has a lot of memories of toast, from the days when he spent hours curled around old mouldering bodies, learning to stitch them painstakingly back together, and plain toast was all he could hold down. Too much too fast will come up just as easily now, he is distantly aware, so he nibbles doggedly, and sips juice when it's put before him, which seems like a bit more that's right with the world.]