[He makes himself take it slowly, eating it one reasonable bite at a time. He's still practically hardwired to eat on the run, but he won't, not here, not when there's no danger and all he has to do is enjoy the night and the food and Isaac.
There's no danger here.
Rapture is gone.
He's got Isaac.
Everything will be all right.
He finishes the crepe and throws the wrapping in a nearby trashcan, turning to Isaac. Okay, what now? Just keep walking? He'd be okay with that.]
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There's no danger here.
Rapture is gone.
He's got Isaac.
Everything will be all right.
He finishes the crepe and throws the wrapping in a nearby trashcan, turning to Isaac. Okay, what now? Just keep walking? He'd be okay with that.]