[No, he thinks vehemently, before he really has the chance to realize where that particular emotion comes from, and it takes him a minute while he's reading back through the sharp and softly glowing words in the darkness of his city-gifted bedroom before it starts to sink in, that the feeling has its roots in phrases like a long, painful death and visions like a blond woman lying on the floor trembling while her own nature kills her, while time passes and her life siphons away.
No.]
you can't do that
[Stupid. Now he's going to say something like of course I can or who's going to stop me, and he's right. So what if that's what the vampire wants to do with his existence? Isn't it better that he's not feeding on defenseless people? Why should he even care whether he dies or not?
Because that's the question, isn't it. Whether he dies or not. He's talking about dying.
He's so sick of people dying.]
that's stupid and it doesn't make any sense
weren't you the one lecturing me about needing to get chroma or whatever to survive so how is starving yourself of something you need any different
no subject
No.]
you can't do that
[Stupid. Now he's going to say something like of course I can or who's going to stop me, and he's right. So what if that's what the vampire wants to do with his existence? Isn't it better that he's not feeding on defenseless people? Why should he even care whether he dies or not?
Because that's the question, isn't it. Whether he dies or not. He's talking about dying.
He's so sick of people dying.]
that's stupid and it doesn't make any sense
weren't you the one lecturing me about needing to get chroma or whatever to survive
so how is starving yourself of something you need any different
don't be a hypocrite