I understand that.

[He looks down at his drink.]

I think it's best...we're done some awful things. I had a tough time with nightmares while I was alive...I don't trust I wouldn't have them now.

I miss it about the same as eating, I guess.

[Not that he couldn't eat. He knew well enough that he could- he could still feel putrid flesh in his mouth as he ate. Human flesh, from a corpse left to bloat and then be used for food.]