To be eaten and to let myself be eaten are not the same thing. A difference so huge should have hit your head, it's Invasion versus Invitation.
Haven't I always given all of me? Hasn't it always been an open invitation?
And yet, you have ways to make me feel like being invaded. But even if you go nice and slow from violent and voracious now, I doubt that will account to anything.
I never intended to be an exemplar of sacrifice.
I ever intended to experiment on the science of selfishness.(Thankyou for confirming my doubts.)
P.S. Did it never occur to you that it could have been an invitation for needle and suture instead?