Slowly, Harrison lowered into a crouch to get closer to Gabe. The movement was eerily fluid. With one knee higher than the other, his hands drooping with fingers loosely laced together he still managed to look imposing when closer to the ground. But it had everything to do with the way he continued to watch Gabe, that piercing gaze still unwavering.

"No, but I know what's it's like to be cut off from your power. I assure you, Gabe, you're not starving, you're just feeling what most people feel. You've lost the rush. I'd thought your hormone levels would continue to drop, but that's not what's happening. They're only returning to normal. You've been flying high on stolen dopamine and serotonin. Now you're crashing. Not starving."