[ Trevor looks so vulnerable sitting like that. Berserker finishes up his work, wrapping up the last of the meat hunks into more waxed cloth. Bones are wrapped up separately and set aside. He wipes the bloodied blade of his knife on his pants and starts to scrape off the remaining meat from the hide. ]

I know the feeling. It gets harder and harder to control yourself and the urges that come with it.

[ He feels no threat from the other man, not really. There's no harm in being honest with him and sharing his vulnerability. ]

You will have to accept it eventually, even if you hate it. [ Something he knows Trevor already knows. Berserker hesitates before continuing, knowing this offer will likely be scoffed at. ] And...if you really need it, I will share my blood with you.

[ It's a genuine offer, though. It would give him the blood he needs and keep others safe from any feral incidents. ]