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[distant_one]

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[distant_one]

I met an old woman once, the most human-appearing Dhampir I've met. She had lived in a town once, had a family.

Her son lost control of his blood thirst just before he was to be married. Dozens of people died very quickly before they were able to kill him.

That's what it's like to be a Dhampir.

[hammerbearer]

[ It takes a bit to respond again. But honestly? She probably has to think about this one. ]

When one loses control, is it forever gone? Can you get it back?

[ It seems she won't be offering condolences or sympathies here. It doesn't seem her place, nor has she the right to. ]

[distant_one]

It's not impossible to get back.

[hammerbearer]

But it's probably rarely the best of terrible options to wait and hope.
[ Seems she has that much awareness. She also recalls what he said about how people turned vampires seem to lose their compassion- humanity for lack of a better word. ]

I wouldn't envy your position. But I admire that you have such strength to try to hold onto your... empathy, I guess? Whatever your reason that is. Even if it's just for survival's sake.

[ Gaia seems aware there are other, very realistic reasons than 'compassion for humanity' or 'the sake of others'. And there's nothing wrong with being selfish. ]

[distant_one]

Thank you.

[There are a number of things D places higher than his own survival. His decision not to bite humans is one of them, even if human lives usually aren't.]

[hammerbearer]

You're welcome. Anyway I'll talk to you later I guess. Well. You're welcome to ask me any questions if you ever have them in return for answering mine.

[ Note this reprieve is probably only going to last until she gets bored again in a day or so. ]

[distant_one]

I'll ask if I think of any.