Elena maintains a loose grip on the cloak. She doesn't feel much of the cold with the weight of these furs wrapped around her. She walks beside him, quiet in her attentiveness, and though he takes little credit for it - she can tell he played a big part.
"Your dead are different to mine," she murmurs, mostly rhetorical. It just strikes her then, the difference and its implications. Vampires are dangerous, but they are also still very much people. They've a conscience lest they turn their switch off, and they have minds and hearts of their own. They can and do make choices of their own. They're not reanimated ice zombies ... though both are vulnerable to fire.
She looks sideways at him, some of that thoughtfulness showing in her expression.
"You mentioned you had to leave," she says. He mentioned the people who chose him weren't happy about that.
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"Your dead are different to mine," she murmurs, mostly rhetorical. It just strikes her then, the difference and its implications. Vampires are dangerous, but they are also still very much people. They've a conscience lest they turn their switch off, and they have minds and hearts of their own. They can and do make choices of their own. They're not reanimated ice zombies ... though both are vulnerable to fire.
She looks sideways at him, some of that thoughtfulness showing in her expression.
"You mentioned you had to leave," she says. He mentioned the people who chose him weren't happy about that.