Damon could understand the moral dilemma. However, hunger didn't understand morality. He knew that all too well. A hungry person would eat anything edible. His life on the streets and his constant need to feed his shadow with human flesh were reminders of that cruel truth.
Once, in a distant past, these creatures might have been human. They must have had lives to live—loved ones even. But now, they were just monsters born from rot. They had no humanity left. They didn't even look human anymore.
He could understand the problem they were all facing.
It was sick. Twisted. But it was necessary for their survival.
He had made the same choice when he first got his shadow—feed it human flesh or die in pain and starvation.
He hadn't made that choice willingly. He had hesitated, unsure.
Lucky or unlucky for him, his shadow could take over when it was ravenous. It would search for prey on its own.
