So many years.
Over a decade of years is over ten worlds, ten lights of creation, ten new opportunities to continue consuming and growing. While small in the long run, the Hunger never relented on the idea that one ‘didn’t matter’ as much. Ten lights was enormous power. Those years were important.
And he spends all this time starving instead.
One light was enough to rule an entire world, to have all the power one could imagine, and yet wasn’t enough. The more one accumulates, the more they need, and John has been dragging himself through planes searching for something, anything to satiate himself.
John thinks he might die like this.