"Yeah, some of them act more like a hivemind than others, though. I dunno, maybe it's higher brain functions knowing when the risk isn't worth the reward."

He gave a short bark of a laugh at the statement that they hadn't eaten him, hitching the side of his shirt up. The scarring was still there, spanning his side, from ribs down, though it wasn't as deep as it had been at first, "They definitely ate some of it." A shrug, "And I don't know that what I am now isn't just another piece of the hivemind." That was something he'd thought about more often than he probably should have, and part of why he was terrified that he might find himself back in that red-lit otherworld again by accident.