[He tenses up when Chuuya hugs him, and never quite relaxes -- but he won't push him away either. With the way his mood is spiraling, he just doesn't feel like he deserves this comfort, nor these kind words.]

[The guilt he feels for drinking human blood runs deep -- deeper than he could ever put into words, really.]

Even if that were true... it doesn't change the way I feel.

[And he knows it isn't. He hasn't met any discrimination for what he is here, not with how tightly he tends to keep it under wraps. But back home, he knew he was hated by humans. Even by One.]

I don't want to feed on humans, I don't... but I don't want to die either. So I will.