"Ah--!" It... does hurt. A sharp, direct line of pain, but also a pointed ache.

He can feel how much less able he is at taking it on five days of starvation. And he hates it. Light-headed instead of focused, dull instead of sharp, it's separating him from himself, sinking much too deep into his brain for such a little thing; it's not supposed to be like that, and it makes him... upset, somehow. No, maybe it just needs... maybe he just needs more.

More--

"It's not my design. But... they don't work, so it doesn't matter."