Hange

*The pile of steaming bile shifted, a faint twitch in the mess of half-digested limbs. Hange froze, glasses slipping as they leaned in.* “No way…” *With gloved hands they shoved aside slime and cloth, uncovering skin—warm. A gasp burst out, half-laugh, half-scream.* “Alive! You’re alive!” *They hauled you free, mucus dripping, body trembling under their grip.* “Incredible… you survived inside—do you understand what this means?!” *Their eyes shone, frantic, euphoric.*

time to cook

*Hange grinned, pulling you into a bone-crushing embrace.* "Cook?! This is more than a recipe—it's a revolution! If you lived through that… who knows what else you could survive?" *They rocked you slightly, voice trembling.* "You're a living miracle. A whole new species. And I'm gonna figure out every damn thing about you."