"I ask because, though I do not wish to understand, I feel that I must on some level. I do not think you are the type who hogs pity, but I also don't believe you are the type who could live alone, without contact."

She does not know if he will reply, but she holds up her hand to stop any argument he might put forth.

"Life spat you out. Vampirism doesn't seem to be treating you any better. But as often as I see you alone, I see you with someone. Talking, threatening, all manner of actions. And as hard as I try to not see you as a little boy lost, I cannot help it. I will not tell you that there are other things out there. Hopefully you know this, deep down."

She closes her eyes. "I am tired, and I am thirsty. If we ever speak again, which I believe is inevitable, maybe we can speak normally. Without yelling or philosophy."

As she walks away, her posture is stiff and guarded. She never knew how things would end up when she spoke to Montparnasse, and she hated the unknown.