Take all the time you'd like, there Zack. Please do. Think about it.

"Eat, absorb, take into your essence, put it in a bag and hide it under your bed. The point stands, you still take some of it with you." He then gave a bark of laughter. "Poison you? Did you just hear what you just said? Something like you get poisoned?"

Leaning forward, knife still in his hands, he asked, "Is it toxic or is it something keeping you from thinking? Your brother did this to you; why? And why does it hurt to think about why? What do you have that he's afraid of?"