In later entries of the diary, Roto had become more and more excited. His frizzy brown puff of hair had bounced as he talked about how he had been hungry all his life, but feeding the reflejos had changed all that.
"I was wrong," he had said. "I always thought the most important part of life was to eat...but it’s more important to be eaten."
Shortly after that, Roto had started singing in a language I’d never heard before. He had stopped wearing clothes and had shaved all the hair from his body. Mysterious wounds had appeared on his flesh. He had started crawling around on all fours and making animal noises.
Then, there had been one last coherent entry.
"Must feed others now," Roto had said. "Feed humans, not reflejos. Become like a Ration...but how? I can’t feed others my fles
