[Well, this tracks... of what he thinks would happen to a living Set running across a place so similar. His rusty eyes flicker over Set's shoulder, past the red hair toward the church Set had spilled from earlier. Then he looks at Set again.
Reading... Reading he can get behind. There is a vampiric itch to his blood he can't escape, the desire to consume what knowledge he can, to find information when he's looking for it.
With how disgruntled Set had taken the news of the Christians, he's not sure he wants to tell Set more about the Greeks and Egypt... or, later, the French. Even those times were old to him, before he had been born, things very, very few remembered anymore.]
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Reading... Reading he can get behind. There is a vampiric itch to his blood he can't escape, the desire to consume what knowledge he can, to find information when he's looking for it.
With how disgruntled Set had taken the news of the Christians, he's not sure he wants to tell Set more about the Greeks and Egypt... or, later, the French. Even those times were old to him, before he had been born, things very, very few remembered anymore.]
I was a Hunter. Humans paid me to hunt vampires.