[Absurd though it may seem, even the idea that Liem needs blood would have been outrageous to him just a month or two ago. Sure, his thirst for it had been more intense since he began chasing Meridian's light, but he'd lived all his life drinking only a little here and there, when he was too weak-willed to abstain any longer. He's always thought of it as more of an addiction than something he actually needs, especially because over the many decades of his life, he's become so used to feeling sick. He'd come to barely notice the lack anymore, for want of other experiences to compare it to.
But he has given in to his thirst more over the past few months than he had in years previous — and he is not quite so blind as to miss how vital he feels afterwards, how sound of body and clear of mind. It makes the wretchedness that follows after even more gruelling to endure.
Even so, he frowns at Gray when she offers her blood to him so easily. It may already be welling up from her arm, but still…]
Not so much. But… are you sure?
[He should be binding her arm now — not fastening onto the wound like a leech to bleed her more.]
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But he has given in to his thirst more over the past few months than he had in years previous — and he is not quite so blind as to miss how vital he feels afterwards, how sound of body and clear of mind. It makes the wretchedness that follows after even more gruelling to endure.
Even so, he frowns at Gray when she offers her blood to him so easily. It may already be welling up from her arm, but still…]
Not so much. But… are you sure?
[He should be binding her arm now — not fastening onto the wound like a leech to bleed her more.]