[ It would probably be delicious, that's what would happen. Roman stares at Will's arm even after he puts it down, swallowing hard. He can hear the other boy's pulse, or he thinks he can. It might just be his own going into overdrive at the thought of feeding. At least the world isn't blurring out around him yet, he's not that bad off, he doesn't need to... ]

I don't know. It might be fine... but I'm not going to bite you.

[ That's all he's got. That and memories of ripping into people's flesh and the warmth and satisfaction and-- nope. Nope. He breathes slowly and tears his gaze away from Will's arm, back to his face.

Not all monsters want to take people out. Good. Of course not. ]

So it's like an old grudge? You've been fighting how long, centuries?

[ Right, a video game. Sure. Roman touches the bandage on his arm and raises an eyebrow. ]

It doesn't feel like a game. It feels like we got taken from our worlds and dropped into a fucking hellhole and I don't know how they did it but I need to get back.

[ Him and Peter. Not just for themselves but for Nadia. She needs him. Hopefully she's alright with Miranda, with them gone, but. ]