"That feeling deep down in your stomach, the craving. Yeah, I've had that. But not for food or blood or lust. The emptiness achieved from not eating since Monday. That's what I craved."
The doctor stopped writing. He looked at Phil.
"He told me I could be perfect."
Phil paused, looking into the doctor's eyes.
"I belived him. I still do. I need to be perfect. So he'll love me."