[It really feels far too good like this - but somehow he doesn't feel as bad about his raging boner as he did before. (What is it with him always ending up with people in his lap?! ... He can't say that he minds, though.)]
You're not a monster.
[He truly believes that, in spite of what she's told him. Maybe he just doesn't want to believe it, selectively ignoring details he doesn't like. It's so tiring to dislike people - and he really doesn't think he has the right to, anyway.]
You can't help needing blood to live. It doesn't say anything about who you are.
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You're not a monster.
[He truly believes that, in spite of what she's told him. Maybe he just doesn't want to believe it, selectively ignoring details he doesn't like. It's so tiring to dislike people - and he really doesn't think he has the right to, anyway.]
You can't help needing blood to live. It doesn't say anything about who you are.