[Blade perks up in his own quiet way when he sees Dan Heng standing there, and also that he's made some fruit salad.

... And there are the ears again, along with a tail that is just insistent on wagging. He tries to ignore it.]

Thanks. [He sits on the couch, careful not to invade Dan Heng's space too much, and carefully pops a bite of fruit salad into his mouth.

His eyes widen. He chews and swallows slowly like it's the first bite of real food he's had in a while, which is true. He can't even remember what he ate on the day he died.]

... It's good. [A pause.] Can't remember the last time I ate something like this. [So simple in preparation, but the love is palpable. His heart aches, he realizes, and he swallows another bite with difficulty before putting the bowl down.]

I... don't know where to start.

[He turns in his seat slightly so he's facing Dan Heng. He wants to hold the other man's hand desperately, but he balls his fingers into fists on his thighs instead, not wanting to force anything.]

A bunch of us were taken to some cabin in the middle of nowhere—a world all its own. We were trapped inside a barrier. Someone was sent to contact us... a survivor. He said that we were supposed to be sacrificed to appease some evil gods.

[Blade shakes his head, and falls silent again, not making eye contact.]