He steps forward but the movement isn't an attack, it's more like an embrace, like a parent taking a lost child into their arms and making them their own. He gently reaches up and presses the release on his helmet, so that his face can be exposed. An errant tentacles takes it out of his hand. Then using a long, jagged nail, he cuts a line across his finger. Black blood drips from it and he holds that finger up to Locus' mouth.

"One taste. And then the pain goes away."