She knows they have vampires here, too. But the others... the one that felt toxic, the one who smelt like the gears in the walls, and the one whose soul had been eaten by something that feeds on nightmares. She won't mention any of them, but maybe what he can describe to her will give her an idea what they were.
"What isn't around anymore turns into stories, and some of them are right and some are wrong." She is allergic to silver, but the moon does nothing to her. Things like that. She grins. "And sometimes people take myths and make them become reality because they mean something to them." Like Tír na nÓg. "Did they forget about what you are?" It's an absolute shot in the dark. She has no proof that he is anything not human. But going by what he said she is sure that he is something.
no subject
She knows they have vampires here, too. But the others... the one that felt toxic, the one who smelt like the gears in the walls, and the one whose soul had been eaten by something that feeds on nightmares. She won't mention any of them, but maybe what he can describe to her will give her an idea what they were.
"What isn't around anymore turns into stories, and some of them are right and some are wrong." She is allergic to silver, but the moon does nothing to her. Things like that. She grins. "And sometimes people take myths and make them become reality because they mean something to them." Like Tír na nÓg. "Did they forget about what you are?" It's an absolute shot in the dark. She has no proof that he is anything not human. But going by what he said she is sure that he is something.