"I...do understand that. I do." Tarantulas's fingers move restlessly, twining together before separating again to pick at his hems and the coarse hairs that cover the backs of his hands. "It's just. Difficult. I've known so much deprivation in my life -- but while that dream might have lasted only a few hours, in those hours I feasted. And now I find myself in famine again."

He smiles awkwardly. "I expect many would think I sounded quite mad, saying such a thing. They wouldn't understand, not like you do. But then you've lived many times the length of a human lifespan, haven't you?"