Fresh Hell

"You approve?" asked Midnight, tilting his head to study me.

 

"Why not? You said it yourself that when they were on their own planet, it wasn't an issue. It wasn't until they were forced into space that they had to adapt. Besides, it is the best of both worlds," I replied, not seeing anything wrong with it.

 

"The larvae eat the host alive," pointed out Midnight.

 

"And you like your meat raw… is there that much of a difference?" I asked with a smile.

 

"At least mine is dead before I eat it," grumbled Midnight, turning back to his steak and taking a big bite.