[How civil of D, to visit Liem just to tell him “hey, if you start wilding out for real, I will kill you.” Very neighbourly. Liem is, in fact, not surprised by this at all, although he cannot say he has any direct experience with vampire-hunting or the threat of being hunted himself. (Aside from by paranoid, trigger-happy villagers, whom he has encountered many of in the past century of his life, actually. But hostile mobs running him out of town aren’t the same as someone being hired to kill him.)]
Hm.
[It’s actually kind of scary that D as he is now has been made less powerful than he’s used to being. Liem doesn’t know in what ways he’s been “subdued,” but it just strengthens his suspicion that D is actually Not Like Him At All, at least in terms of his physiology. Admittedly, their traumas and mindsets probably have some significant overlap.
He decides to tell D about at least one of the things he asked after.]
When I first arrived here, about a year ago, I was not much different from how a human in my situation would be. My senses have always been better. Certain powers and magics affect me strangely. But I was not in the habit of drinking blood, and for the most part, I lived as a human man.
[He makes it sound simple, but D had not had the opportunity to meet Liem before he’d begun drinking blood regularly. He always looked tired and ill, in those days. The lack did not ever force him to drink, but it had affected him nonetheless.]
After a month or so, I was dissipated for the first time. [He didn’t die, really… but he kind of died. Anyway, he got better.] Several weeks after that, a friend let me drink from him. Since then, I’ve noticed… I regenerate quicker from wounds. Whenever I drink blood, I get a little stronger. And if I don’t drink again, I suffer a terrible withdrawal, almost debilitating. After a while, I started being able to cling to walls and ceilings, too.
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Hm.
[It’s actually kind of scary that D as he is now has been made less powerful than he’s used to being. Liem doesn’t know in what ways he’s been “subdued,” but it just strengthens his suspicion that D is actually Not Like Him At All, at least in terms of his physiology. Admittedly, their traumas and mindsets probably have some significant overlap.
He decides to tell D about at least one of the things he asked after.]
When I first arrived here, about a year ago, I was not much different from how a human in my situation would be. My senses have always been better. Certain powers and magics affect me strangely. But I was not in the habit of drinking blood, and for the most part, I lived as a human man.
[He makes it sound simple, but D had not had the opportunity to meet Liem before he’d begun drinking blood regularly. He always looked tired and ill, in those days. The lack did not ever force him to drink, but it had affected him nonetheless.]
After a month or so, I was dissipated for the first time. [He didn’t die, really… but he kind of died. Anyway, he got better.] Several weeks after that, a friend let me drink from him. Since then, I’ve noticed… I regenerate quicker from wounds. Whenever I drink blood, I get a little stronger. And if I don’t drink again, I suffer a terrible withdrawal, almost debilitating. After a while, I started being able to cling to walls and ceilings, too.
None of that has ever happened to me before.