[He goes to take a seat as well, but then pauses and recalls that she was rooting around in the fridge when he found her. So he'll go there first and get her one of Reign's bottle of blood instead, wordlessly setting it on her side of the kitchen table for her before taking a seat himself.]
How much has Reign told you about what our world is like? It's a lot different than anything here on Nysa... even the climate. Our world is cold and dark most of the time. Which is fine for us vampires, but... it's hard on humans. Until I came here, I didn't even know they could live past 40, since I've never seen one older than that.
[He explains a little more -- not enough to bore her with minute details, but enough so she has an idea of how humans lived in farms and how vampires controlled their lived, raising them as livestock or keeping them as "Arts" -- glorified slaves.]
...my mother left me to live with my father when I was little. But he never really cared for me. The one who really took care of me... was a human Art owned by my father named Ellie.
[He smiles now -- fond, and full of love, but tinged with a certain sadness that grows stronger the further along his story goes.]
Even though I was a vampire, he was always so kind to me. He'd smile at me, and pat my head... and he'd tell me all kinds of stories. He never resented me... even though I know my father treated him poorly.
[As far as Shell knows -- he still remembers what he saw in the window that day, his father grabbing Ellie and no doubt drinking his blood.]
I wanted to become strong enough to protect him someday... but then one day, he disappeared. And I never found out what happened to him. [...] After that... I found it difficult to drink human blood. I still did for a long time but... it only got harder as the years went by.
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How much has Reign told you about what our world is like? It's a lot different than anything here on Nysa... even the climate. Our world is cold and dark most of the time. Which is fine for us vampires, but... it's hard on humans. Until I came here, I didn't even know they could live past 40, since I've never seen one older than that.
[He explains a little more -- not enough to bore her with minute details, but enough so she has an idea of how humans lived in farms and how vampires controlled their lived, raising them as livestock or keeping them as "Arts" -- glorified slaves.]
...my mother left me to live with my father when I was little. But he never really cared for me. The one who really took care of me... was a human Art owned by my father named Ellie.
[He smiles now -- fond, and full of love, but tinged with a certain sadness that grows stronger the further along his story goes.]
Even though I was a vampire, he was always so kind to me. He'd smile at me, and pat my head... and he'd tell me all kinds of stories. He never resented me... even though I know my father treated him poorly.
[As far as Shell knows -- he still remembers what he saw in the window that day, his father grabbing Ellie and no doubt drinking his blood.]
I wanted to become strong enough to protect him someday... but then one day, he disappeared. And I never found out what happened to him. [...] After that... I found it difficult to drink human blood. I still did for a long time but... it only got harder as the years went by.