[None of this is relatable to Keith in the slightest and he's able to listen with a detached kind of "fancy that" at just how backwards their respective experiences have been. Wanting to prove your own worthlessness? How could he even really begin to wrap his mind around a concept that absurd, that inapplicable to his life? Perhaps if he hadn't had words like "hopeless" "disciplinary case" "waste of time" thrown in his face so much after he had to start living alone, it'd all have been different.
He mulls that one over in silence, but inevitably there's a point in which thought experiments come to a screeching halt.
Starving to death.
The concept has Keith tense up visibly and all too suddenly. He'd been reaching for his glass, but just stops in the middle to stare at Cian. There's no way she could've known -- in fact, the very concept of starving yourself intentionally is the antithesis of what had been going on with him and the paladins, but the thought of it, the constant gnawing pain in their stomachs, the lightheadedness from weakness and oppressive nothingness around them as they all started turning on each other -- his fault, his fault -- has Keith gritting his teeth.]
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He mulls that one over in silence, but inevitably there's a point in which thought experiments come to a screeching halt.
Starving to death.
The concept has Keith tense up visibly and all too suddenly. He'd been reaching for his glass, but just stops in the middle to stare at Cian. There's no way she could've known -- in fact, the very concept of starving yourself intentionally is the antithesis of what had been going on with him and the paladins, but the thought of it, the constant gnawing pain in their stomachs, the lightheadedness from weakness and oppressive nothingness around them as they all started turning on each other -- his fault, his fault -- has Keith gritting his teeth.]
That's a shit way to go.