The fear I used to feel, that was so far gone now that it was hard to think of those days, because to be honest, I wasn’t the same girl anymore. I didn’t fear them, I hated them for what they had did to me, I hated the way they had made me feel in my younger years. The emotions had been a rough, abraded way to wear me down. At last, that’s how it had seemed. But I had prevailed, in my own way, my stubborn will prevailed. Though, yes, there were days when I felt as if I had been run over, but, Inessa needed me to be strong, and so strong I was. I don’t think I would ever forgive another who ate another for sport, though, the last I had encountered like that had been Tobias, and I still hated him for that. I would for always hate him.

Watching him, I wondered all sorts of things about him. But I wasn’t going to speak my mind. There was certainly something off about him, and I had a feeling that if I spoke my mind, things wouldn’t go my way, exactly. So, I stayed silent. He spoke again, a statement this time, and not a question. I inclined my head in agreement. He spoke again, his question striking yet another odd cord, but I didn’t feel like it was an intrusion. “I’ve seen my fair share of blood, so I’m not squeamish, but I don’t enjoy the sight of blood.” I spoke simply. I would not sugar coat my words, for there wasn’t a real reason to. I knew not his name, nor he mine, so there was no risk should I overstep, or he.