( He doesn't care. He doesn't. Because vampires don't care, can't care, can't come to love, so just call this obligation. If there is anything Mika's aware of, it's that he's living on borrowed time: he's twice dead, a spectre. It's not fair that he lives and others die, it never will be. Yamato had things to do. Human things, which would probably cause misery, but—
Why, then? Why welcome him back instead of curse him, or—
He parts his lips, half-crouched beside him as the scent of blood dizzies his still-muddled mind, not fully cleared - even if he's now that much more alert. He begins: )
Donec—
( ...
What was he doing?
Trying to heal him?
Was he fucking stupid?
He's a monster. He can't help anyone. Only hurt.
If there was some spark of magic there, some seedling of hope - it dies there, on Mika's lips. )
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Why, then? Why welcome him back instead of curse him, or—
He parts his lips, half-crouched beside him as the scent of blood dizzies his still-muddled mind, not fully cleared - even if he's now that much more alert. He begins: )
Donec—
( ...
What was he doing?
Trying to heal him?
Was he fucking stupid?
He's a monster. He can't help anyone. Only hurt.
If there was some spark of magic there, some seedling of hope - it dies there, on Mika's lips. )