Morishige brought the miscallaneous bit of his dear Mayu to his lips, pressing a gentle, chaste kiss to it - an apology? He was about to devour her, have her inside of him...it was the least he could do. Without further hesitation, or shame, Morishige took his first bite of the abhorrently removed organ. The taste of blood immediately flooded his mouth - he noted how different it tasted compared to normal meat-blood. It was sweeter, and the meat tasted different than anything he had ever tasted. It was indescribable, but the pleasure that flooded Morishige as he ate this bit was sickeningly amazing. Before he knew it, his hand was empty, and there was no going back now. Quickly, his eyes searched for his next treat, falling upon something he could easily identify - intestines. They appeared to have been severed at some part, but nonetheless he snatched them up and began gnashing. They were tougher than they looked, tasting of bitter flesh. It was all the same to him, delicious and necessary. He had to take Mayu, if nothing else, this way. He licked his lips as he finished the intestines, scanning again for something else to eat...
Time passed, and Morishige had eaten all the bits of Mayu strewn across the room. The gruesome sight on the wall remained untouched, and he eyed it as he licked cold blood from his hands. He felt so full, as though he would pop - speaking of popping, how were his buttons still intact? Nonetheless, he moved towards the splatter of Mayu on the wall, as though possessed. Morishige chuckled to himself quietly, blinking behind his glasses at Mayu's remains. He knew he couldn't eat all of her, but he was going to try nonetheless. As he grabbed at cold flesh, he whispered to her.
"We're both going to make it out of here."