Mors she/her “My favorite food? Oh, what a tough question, there’s such a variety of options in this world. If I had to choose, it would probably be human liver. You get to taste all the 昀氀avors of their life, and all their mistakes. Favorite drink is blood. Mix it with wine and you can give some people a real shock. It’s so funny to see their expressions as they try to 昀椀gure out what they just drank. Then you get to show them who they just drank and see the calm seep out of their eyes. The horror they express is a delight to taste later. Some of them scream and run once everything adds up, others play along hoping for a chance to get away. They never do. Have I ever eaten human 昀氀esh? I feel like I already answered that question at this point. I’m not fond of repeating myself, but I feel like you were scripted to say that more than anything, so I’ll let it slide. Oh, you seem so 昀氀ustered, it’s cute. You’re cute. I think I’d like a taste of you and how you feel right in this moment. All that anxiety, and how it’ll slowly melt away with only a slight taste remaining.” 75 ■ PLAINS PARADOX