[He finally stops thinking about what he's doing in a rational sense. It's strange that the heart stops. He grips it harder with his uninjured hand, tearing a large experimental bite as his stomach actually growls for the scent. It's easier to devour after it stops moving. His other arm drops away, the sharp pangs of pain forgotten for the moment as he feels like he's starving and that hunger is the stronger pain. The last bites are pressed into his mouth with blood coated fingers. It's more chaotic than drinking Jabberwock's blood from a cup.]