A beast doesn't. That I still fear death is a pittance, a small thing, but it is still confirmation that there is humanity yet to be found in me.
I feel it so little now.
[Another long pause, as he searched for the right words to use, unwilling to reveal too much.]
From aught that I recall of home, thanks to the intervention of your employer [Or at least now what he could only assume was Elias's intervention then, in spite of the other man's seeming denial of the fact,] There is little now that I've to fear from living, anymore.
I think that might be a difference for the monsters we're each becoming. The ones in my world still fear death, even the ones who serve it. It's part of what we are. But these things in my world feed on fear. It wouldn't do to rob their servants of that. I think it's once you stop caring about the people you hurt. The things you've done. That's when your humanity starts to go.
I suppose I'm afraid of living knowing that day will come. I'll get used to it.
What did Elias show you? He's my former employer, by the by. We don't work together anymore.
Seems be. Whatever god or being is to blame for the plague in Yharnam, it seems fair fit to assume it's their departure and condemnation that has damned it. There is no use for the beasts other than carnage.
Regardless, the same still holds true for the afflicted, an animal cares little about the life its prey, whether it be a stranger, or former family and friends.
[Once more, several minutes pass before the response is made.]
Elias restored memories that had become buried, in my untimely departure from Yharnam. I would rather not speak of them. I will only tell you that there is nothing left to concern me if or when I return to Yharnam.
And as I am here, death seems but temporary and holds little meaning.
If nothing else, they would be able to monitor it, and put a swift end to any rampages before they may start.
[Death was cheap here, he'd heard. And it wasn't as if he'd not sampled death in the dream before.]
Though that would do little to prevent future circumstances such as the one we've dealt with here. But unless they have a way of ending the desire for blood, I fear that will always be a possibility.
Possibly. Does having blood help you stay calm, or does it just make it worse? Do you need to take it or could you drink it from a bag? I could give you some of my blood, I just prefer a different donation method.
I feel it's absence quite powerfully, the fears it once suppressed and the nightmares it once erased creeping back with every day of my abstinence. I feel my age, and the changes caused by my intemperance more powerfully without it.
'Our thirst for blood satiates us, soothes our fears', so the prayer goes.
I could imbibe it from a flask, it need not be taken directly at all. Indeed it normally isn't.
[For those who weren't desperate and half beast already.]
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I feel it so little now.
[Another long pause, as he searched for the right words to use, unwilling to reveal too much.]
From aught that I recall of home, thanks to the intervention of your employer [Or at least now what he could only assume was Elias's intervention then, in spite of the other man's seeming denial of the fact,] There is little now that I've to fear from living, anymore.
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The ones in my world still fear death, even the ones who serve it.
It's part of what we are.
But these things in my world feed on fear.
It wouldn't do to rob their servants of that.
I think it's once you stop caring about the people you hurt.
The things you've done.
That's when your humanity starts to go.
I suppose I'm afraid of living knowing that day will come.
I'll get used to it.
What did Elias show you?
He's my former employer, by the by.
We don't work together anymore.
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Regardless, the same still holds true for the afflicted, an animal cares little about the life its prey, whether it be a stranger, or former family and friends.
[Once more, several minutes pass before the response is made.]
Elias restored memories that had become buried, in my untimely departure from Yharnam. I would rather not speak of them. I will only tell you that there is nothing left to concern me if or when I return to Yharnam.
And as I am here, death seems but temporary and holds little meaning.
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Would you rather be able to die here than return home?
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Have you spoken to anyone at Haven about your condition?
There might not be a cure in your world, but it's possible there's something here.
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Understandably, there is some hesitation in admitting that I could potentially become dangerous, if there is no cure to be had.
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In your case, that risk may be worth it if you're going to be stuck here in perpetuity.
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[Death was cheap here, he'd heard. And it wasn't as if he'd not sampled death in the dream before.]
Though that would do little to prevent future circumstances such as the one we've dealt with here. But unless they have a way of ending the desire for blood, I fear that will always be a possibility.
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Does having blood help you stay calm, or does it just make it worse?
Do you need to take it or could you drink it from a bag?
I could give you some of my blood, I just prefer a different donation method.
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'Our thirst for blood satiates us, soothes our fears', so the prayer goes.
I could imbibe it from a flask, it need not be taken directly at all. Indeed it normally isn't.
[For those who weren't desperate and half beast already.]
I could not ask that of you.
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Or there have to be people who are into that sort of thing when there are places like Fangtasy.