And suddenly they were down to one-word responses.
If it’d been him in her place, Aidou would have expected to see more of a fight--the will to defy his opponent, the desire to cling to his own personhood. As a B class vampire, he had grown up knowing he ultimately existed at the mercy of those in the A class, that at any time they could make his power their own. The strong used the weak as they saw fit; it was the nature of vampire kind.
But the transformation from prisoner into monster… it wasn’t some kind of natural inevitability. It was something insidious, designed by a perverted mind to degrade his victims. If Aidou had to face down such a change, there was no way he’d just let it happen.
Aigis wasn’t fighting, though. She was just… sad. Defeated. Waiting.
Her listlessness had been apparent the night before, more so on the bus ride to town. But now it was practically seeping out of her pores, and it made him look at her with a frown. “Stop that,” he said at once. “I can see where you’re going with this and it’s stupid. Who are you feeling sorry for, yourself or everybody else? If it’s the latter, they don’t need you to. And if it’s the former, then you’re being a crybaby. It’s too early for a spiralling depression. You don’t even if you’ll get any sicker than this.”
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If it’d been him in her place, Aidou would have expected to see more of a fight--the will to defy his opponent, the desire to cling to his own personhood. As a B class vampire, he had grown up knowing he ultimately existed at the mercy of those in the A class, that at any time they could make his power their own. The strong used the weak as they saw fit; it was the nature of vampire kind.
But the transformation from prisoner into monster… it wasn’t some kind of natural inevitability. It was something insidious, designed by a perverted mind to degrade his victims. If Aidou had to face down such a change, there was no way he’d just let it happen.
Aigis wasn’t fighting, though. She was just… sad. Defeated. Waiting.
Her listlessness had been apparent the night before, more so on the bus ride to town. But now it was practically seeping out of her pores, and it made him look at her with a frown. “Stop that,” he said at once. “I can see where you’re going with this and it’s stupid. Who are you feeling sorry for, yourself or everybody else? If it’s the latter, they don’t need you to. And if it’s the former, then you’re being a crybaby. It’s too early for a spiralling depression. You don’t even if you’ll get any sicker than this.”