Hickey nods. He knows that he needs to explain it to Billy. He's just not exactly sure how to explain it. He frowns a little, thinking things over, before starting his conversation.

"You know that I'm changed now. Like you and your fire. I can keep going longer, traverse over difficult terrain. I can scramble up cliffsides just under my own power. No ropes, no belays, nothing like that. But every time I do something like that, every time I push myself further out into the woods to find more game in less traveled spots, every time I climb down to a new location, I get hungry. I've been dealing by eating a little bit of what I catch when I catch it. But now...it's different."

There's less game, to start with. There's this darkness, cold and oppressive, the influence of the Darkwalker working it's way into everybody's brain. And there's the hunger. It's more, it's stronger, it feels like it's driving Hickey's every move, like it's the one who's deciding things, not Hickey himself. He'd do anything to satiate it.

And...well, based on that body, based on the meat he and Billy are about to eat, it's obvious what lengths he'll go to.

"It's worse now. I'm constantly hungry."