And though Hal has suppressed the hunger, it is still a hungry and vile smile that crosses his lips as he stares at the destruction around them, caused by their own hands. It is everything and it is wonderful and he had a part in it. Some thirsty part of his soul (if ever he still had one) calls out for more of it, but he tempers it with the knowledge that he must keep allies if he wishes to keep his life comfortable.

His gaze skirts over his companion. "And how many lives did you take?"