[ He's got his own thoughts on that Earth thing, actually, though they aren't particularly relevant here. They're also half mad. Sort of like someone saying they need to drink blood to survive.
There's an instinctive flash of disgust, fear, the image of a strange man in a dark hood. Doubt, too, though it's hard to accuse her of lying when he can literally feel the authenticity of her words.
To die and live again. He's heard it before, though he sincerely hopes he won't have to drink flaming blood when he comes back; he'd rather stay dead. ]
And they die in bloody sunlight. Of course. [ He hasn't flinched back, but the way he's watching her is undeniably more careful. And because 'kind of' feels like an important qualifier— ] So you're not human?
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There's an instinctive flash of disgust, fear, the image of a strange man in a dark hood. Doubt, too, though it's hard to accuse her of lying when he can literally feel the authenticity of her words.
To die and live again. He's heard it before, though he sincerely hopes he won't have to drink flaming blood when he comes back; he'd rather stay dead. ]
And they die in bloody sunlight. Of course. [ He hasn't flinched back, but the way he's watching her is undeniably more careful. And because 'kind of' feels like an important qualifier— ] So you're not human?