He looked to her hand. Stare curious but not challenging. How long since he had—but had he ever forgotten—did he not value that hand on his wrist as much as he hissed and spat against it?
"You are kin. You are leeches."
Licked his lips. Tongue twitching. Urgent, anxious, angry. Not at her. Some old, smouldering flame.
"In my world, vampir are vermin. As far as I know, I am the only one to have ever created a township for us, or a community, or a government. For a meager few of us. You are my kin; my prejudices are entirely based upon my experiences in my ho—, in my old world. Still I can't shake them loose."
So let her think him weak, he thought, if she would think such things weak; more fool her, the rusting old wolfbitch, the clever, sharp old hag. He liked that she'd asked that question, and no other. It was what he would have wanted to know, in her place. So let her have the truth. What would it harm him?
"I have no illusions; my home was cruel and this place is just different in its cruelty. Still I can't act here as I would there, and while I might be a delinquent in your eyes, I really have little wish to rebel for the sake of it. But, however pointlessly, however clumsily...I am what I was made in my old world. I've been shaped by centuries. And I've been six months here. A blink of the eye. Had I not aided you, yours, I would not be myself. To me you are kin. Fuck if I can throw away what made me."
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"You are kin. You are leeches."
Licked his lips. Tongue twitching. Urgent, anxious, angry. Not at her. Some old, smouldering flame.
"In my world, vampir are vermin. As far as I know, I am the only one to have ever created a township for us, or a community, or a government. For a meager few of us. You are my kin; my prejudices are entirely based upon my experiences in my ho—, in my old world. Still I can't shake them loose."
So let her think him weak, he thought, if she would think such things weak; more fool her, the rusting old wolfbitch, the clever, sharp old hag. He liked that she'd asked that question, and no other. It was what he would have wanted to know, in her place. So let her have the truth. What would it harm him?
"I have no illusions; my home was cruel and this place is just different in its cruelty. Still I can't act here as I would there, and while I might be a delinquent in your eyes, I really have little wish to rebel for the sake of it. But, however pointlessly, however clumsily...I am what I was made in my old world. I've been shaped by centuries. And I've been six months here. A blink of the eye. Had I not aided you, yours, I would not be myself. To me you are kin. Fuck if I can throw away what made me."