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I think Cellbit, specially his nameless ages of war and games of hunger, was quite the opposite of that image, and even after becoming more literate, more knowledged in culture to understand it more, to dismantle it more, to solve the mysteries in front of him now that he can think clearly, still holds the aversion to that, because the root of his biting and eating problem doesn't stem only for survival and being a manic of a teen.

I'm thinking of Cellbit and his cannibalism case + cat boy + ritualism that involves just every cannibalism case ever. because every cannibalist is a ritualistic FREAK, care it be for survival only or be intrisic about it like figures like Hannibal in our media.

Had you ever been assigned in literature class a book about such strong themes? Sincerelly hope you had, because it is fun to cut it open like a fish to be hang in all it's glory in a hook.

Did you know? The most prefered way to present cannibalism to the brazillians schools isn't the donovan party? Besides being a real life tragedy, the schools tend to gloss over finer details of american history, instead it is via the favoriteeeeeee lit teacher book on to aproach how racism shapes the national literature and how it is a skewed view, aka the ritualism cannibalism of the native warrior.

Of eating and resource management of every bit of your fallen warrior enemy, heart for fuelling courage, muscle for strenght, eyes and ears for more clarity of the senses, etc etc.

Aurora, where the hell are you going with this?

He didn't eat enemies, he didn't bring fear of himself to his opponents forces, what he did was perhaps even more heartbreaking.

Did you know, a cat that grows up with only humans without any training, will bite, again and again and again?

Because that is a play behaviour.

That is a behaviour trained out of kittens by their parents and skilled trainers.

Cellbit didn't eat his enemy heart as the first taste of actually eating someone as sentient as him.

Cellbit bites those close to him, leave marks and marks and marks again and again.

Until teeth sink further. Scars leave him alone, for no one will chose to stay besides someone that hurts them normally. Fighting for his own survival still, keeping himself alive against all odds of a raging war, being as deadly as Cellbit could to his opponents.

He scrapped the ribs of still beating heart of an "ally"(the same team never means they could watch eachothers back), because they were begging for help after an explosion destroyed all of their legs and waist, begging for mercy of a quick end.

He didn't strike arms filled with muscles to his teeth and throat for sustenance, but picked away the gangrene and infection that filled the blood of a quiet still breathing soldier(just two years older than him maybe? He never knew how to count age in faces well-), not yet running with fever to kill them but shock would cause it as Cellbit cut away slowly the limb away from them, would not harm them anymore with poison in their blood.

He didn't strike to blind and make his victim weaker. But would sneak inside the wailing tent screaming about the burning of their eyes and they could only see the dark even with fire right in their face to quiet it.

Cellbit doesn't eat those he fights over, never could with the war torn land and always running away from so much action to survive, how could he in the middle of the chaos?

So he spreads bodies over the parks, nothing to do with such people that threatened him, that thought he would make easy prey to strike out and ended up with no warmth. But the beggar that whines about every pain he has that chronics his life?

Cell can help with that by taking away all the nerves he knows about, hidden away beneath muscle, and to manipulate bone to the right place, and stopping the bleeding perfectly!… even if heart no longer beated alive at his hands.

His arrest was bond to happen and he knew it, knew now outside of the arenas that this was not something "normal" to behave. And yet he never knew anything else, so what could he do. What could be done to teach him anything else, that making such actions were cruelty and not a betterment of situations.

How does a cat learn that biting so much hurts, when no one can really say the words "it hursts!" in what he can understand.

Alcatraz is a hard time, the language not unfamiliar to him, but he should only know english shouldn't he? From somewhere else. Cell talks in portuguese, he tries to be the top dog of the facility, and hiding away that nature of his, not normal, but normal to him... but he can still do things! He can still… "help", yeah, that's the word for what he does! What he did! he knows it now, "Ajudar".

Taking an ear away after hearing complaining about ringing, making sure no-one has a hard time with food since their stomachs seem so weaker! Weaker than his, can't even take some pig blood, of course they cannot be trusted to cook things right! And of course, trust is what guides him, break his trust and oh. He will do worse than you could imagine.("Whatever you take from me, I'll take twice as much from you.")

The only exception for that was Pac Tazer, strange thing Cell admits to himself. After all, he betrayed his trust! They thought they could finally escape without being a band! And he already taught him a lesson with the killing of the other betrayer, framing them, and yet.

Betwen the walls of the prison, there they were, Pac with his forever bad leg, his forever limp limb they walked around on, not with. Their forever bad knees, joints, tendons that would make his face contort after entire days of work, of end days Mike would have to carry or drag him to their cell. Cell couldn’t help himself, already drenched in blood that made his veins sing and stomach growl, couldn't help from helping a bit from Pac's pain... Couldn’t help from leaving scars with his fangs like Cell always does.

It doesn't even matter that Pac was making him despise him. He had to help. It's something deep in his bone marrow. He has to help the thief with his illment, and watch as beautiful colors and expressions paint Pac's face. And show that even despite betrayal and all, he still cared for Pac like that.

Time passes, things come and become undone, and when Cellbit the investigator crashes on the island by chance, unlike everyother individual that isn't his family that inhabits the island by design, is still a wrench, a loose end, an impredictable joker card to plans and authorities (like he always have done). And in both ways will cause problems and help those he can, even if now the first thoughts he has to help are the ones he hides and buries the most.

The toughts to reach out with trimmed dull claws now and crooked fanged smile and sink those in the cause of sorrow in the people he loves, he refuses to be so delusional to think any of that is any help to anyone...

And yet, when the bear dares to "interrogate" him calmly as if the maldito bear didn't just killed him in one of the most gruesome ways it could, Cellbit bears his fangs, hear drumming in his heart and almost splinters the wood of the chair trying to get his emotions in check to actually think about what is happening through.

Because all Cellbit wanted was to fulfil those dumb stories about warriors drinking and eating their enemies heart to gain everything they had.

And yet, he grinds his teeth while seeing the tear striken grief marked face of Roier, guapito, only reaching out slowly with dull safe claws that could still scratch but wouldn't.

And yet, looking at mirrors with such heavy eyebags while plagued by the missing of his best friend, he wanted to bite skin out. Cellbit would continue chugging coffee, dragging his claws against scarred arms, and avoid mirrors like the plague if not with his face covering googles.

And yet, Forever forced cheerful voice almost made him pounce on the man instead of turning and destroying the replica with his delusions on it. To tear out the teeth in perpetual smile and muscles that contracted eternally to give such unatural look to his face, to make the hurt behind the smiles stop and be clear what the hurt they are really feeling are.

And yet, he wants to drag Roier down to their bed and bite his caloused hands, pop the bubbles on it, to wash away the despair that disheveled his face and hair, to press kisses under each eyelid and nible on it to bring his full point.

So, he adopts other tactics, Cellbit lickes his hands and claws to sooth himself, lickes with his harsh tongue the brown fur covering all of Roier, while the spider gigles at the fact, reaches out between bars of cages to take hands that are hitting himself, and has to hold his tongue and teeth as Forever still raives with explosions and screams at him.

Cellbit feels Pac shiver as he digs his still dull claws on his hand as the two additics try to convince him to loose his mind, and feels confort in that, because reality is flashing more to them.

Not because he did "help" Pac in his old ways, or because this rusty hands to fighting and hurting still know how to cause shivers if he so desires.

After all, he isn't a cat, he doesn't play games, he is just a fucked up guy to hell and back ok?

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