I mean, yeah. The point is that they're giving us something. Time, energy, love. Belief. Sacrifice, you know? When people give something up for us, or when they tell each other about the things we've done and remember us, it feeds us. Big, splashy stuff means big, splashy energy. Blood is...generally effective.

[She makes a face.]

I always wanted them to paint or play music for us, but...asking for cows is more straightforward. Apparently.