"Yeah, yeah, I'll make sure you eat," Kavinsky said, a rueful smile curling his mouth up. Hadn't that already killed him once? Feeding and caring and everything else, going until he couldn't go anymore. But that was the past, and none of it was permanent here, so it didn't matter.

He shrugged, picking at the plate a little bit. "Didn't want to feel anything for a little while. So I'm not."