"Mmm, yeah it's just weird, not painful," Koumyou confirms with some thought, taking the bowl and absently, slowly, starting to eat. It's not like he's hard to make eat, these days, he just forgets. Honestly, truly forgets, all hunger pangs and weakness in his limbs regulated to sheer background noise. That's all it could be for so much of his early life, after all.

Pushing food into his hands is honestly the best tactic, as Devero knows.

"I can tell I'm going to be napping around the train a lot after this one. But anytime I slow down I feel like I'm wasting potential... this mission couldn't have been more suited to the Seiten sutra if I'd somehow arranged it myself."

Which is both good, because he can make such a huge difference in a highly specific way, but it's also bad, because it's pressure.

At least on Nion he'd just been another damage-dealer out roaming the jungle.

Here, he's so uniquely qualified for the task...

But he's still human, bound to a sutra or not. He's still mortal. And mortal, human flesh can only go so long without proper rest.