That's one of the reasons. [ But if it's a secret, it's not one he's doing a very good job at keeping. That's fine, though. Plopping back down into the chair, he manages to suppress his sclera back to white. The red irises and fangs will stay for now, even if he's dangerously close to cutting the inside of his lip to take some of the edge off of what he's feeling currently. ]
Yet you didnβt attack me. Are the servants giving you blood, or is this solely your willpower?
[Already heβs doing mental calculations. The average adult male can lose one unit of blood safely, two with minimal danger. Three would put him in need of hospitalization and a transfusion. Just how strong is Natsunoβs will, or is he actually a killer?
No. Just because I'm not an obligate carnivore doesn't mean that I'm an omnivore. [ That comes out rather snappy because yeah he can do it, but by any measure he's not exactly thriving either. ]
Why? [ It's not a no, but it's not a yes either. ]
Because I want to understand. If I can help you somehow, good. Even if death can't be cured, I might find a way to further control your desire to feed. If not... maybe I can at least do something to stop this from killing others.
[This has nothing to do with ego or prestige. Someone is suffering, and Erhard wants to help.]
I don't want your help anymore than I want theirs. [ He stands up again, less sudden this time, but still forcefully. The tube of ointment goes into his pocket. He got what he came here for. ]
Don't worry sensei- [ This time the honorific is almost mocking. ] I did everything I could to stop the undead before I died. That hasn't changed.
[The mocking tone doesn't bother him. They're both distant people, just in different ways. Erhard doesn't do anything to restrain Natsuno from leaving, but there's a strange distance in his eyes, as if he's not seeing the teenager anymore. It's not a thousand yard stare, it's further than that.]
... because you feel you should be punished for your failings... for existing.
[ Natsuno stops at the doorway, hand outstretched over the doorknob. Eyes narrowing, he looks over his shoulder, completely human looking once more. ]
Because I made the mistake of giving up once before. Guess that's the same thing. [ However cold the statement is, there's an edge of smoldering anger underneath. He's said more than enough, and with that, Natsuno leaves. ]
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A few months.Β
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[Already heβs doing mental calculations. The average adult male can lose one unit of blood safely, two with minimal danger. Three would put him in need of hospitalization and a transfusion. Just how strong is Natsunoβs will, or is he actually a killer?
Did he murder Erika?]
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I don't want their help. Jinrou don't need blood to survive like Shiki, being here hasn't changed that.
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[Which means cravings, maybe withdrawal symptoms. Natsuno is calm and rational, which is a good sign.]
Iβm not familiar with the terms you used. Can you tell me the difference between Jinrou and Shiki?
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Why? [ It's not a no, but it's not a yes either. ]
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[This has nothing to do with ego or prestige. Someone is suffering, and Erhard wants to help.]
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Don't worry sensei- [ This time the honorific is almost mocking. ] I did everything I could to stop the undead before I died. That hasn't changed.
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... because you feel you should be punished for your failings... for existing.
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Because I made the mistake of giving up once before. Guess that's the same thing. [ However cold the statement is, there's an edge of smoldering anger underneath. He's said more than enough, and with that, Natsuno leaves. ]