[Perhaps he will find himself faced with this question often. She had. Despite the fact that she was accustomed to all humans knowing what jinba were, and also knowing just by seeing her what she was in actuality (a slave, a creature bred by humans in a stable and raised to serve them), the people here... they did not know. They called her "Centaur", they assumed she was magical, they guessed all sorts of things that were wrong...
Like she is wrong, about what a "dhampir" is. About what "vampires" are.]
I was told that "vampires" are dead.
[Also that they apparently drink blood, or what not, and that most of them chose to live in Highstorm, but. More important was the "dead" part. And how can the dead beget life? It sounds nonsensical. Almost as nonsensical as the idea that she thought he had bad intentions.]
I think that you might have foul intentions, and that my fellows are as ever far too welcoming and naive.
[The last time she had trusted her fellows to do what needed to be done she had hunted down and killed two traitors only for their collective efforts to still wind up in an Oracle lost to Zenith. The rage of it burned in her still, while the Tribune spoke of showing a good, positive face, and the others seemed ready enough to forget it. Where she sees lack, it seems to her that she can trust no one but herself to fill it- no matter how hated it might make her.]
If you would show me your shard, I would See for myself if you are truly what you claim to be, coming here, and not a Zenite in disguise scheming to do even more damage than you already have... but you will not.
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Like she is wrong, about what a "dhampir" is. About what "vampires" are.]
I was told that "vampires" are dead.
[Also that they apparently drink blood, or what not, and that most of them chose to live in Highstorm, but. More important was the "dead" part. And how can the dead beget life? It sounds nonsensical. Almost as nonsensical as the idea that she thought he had bad intentions.]
I think that you might have foul intentions, and that my fellows are as ever far too welcoming and naive.
[The last time she had trusted her fellows to do what needed to be done she had hunted down and killed two traitors only for their collective efforts to still wind up in an Oracle lost to Zenith. The rage of it burned in her still, while the Tribune spoke of showing a good, positive face, and the others seemed ready enough to forget it. Where she sees lack, it seems to her that she can trust no one but herself to fill it- no matter how hated it might make her.]
If you would show me your shard, I would See for myself if you are truly what you claim to be, coming here, and not a Zenite in disguise scheming to do even more damage than you already have... but you will not.
[And so, her suspicion remained.]