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[championbittersweet]

[It's early evening and the video shows Jonathan's room, the heavy curtains blocking out the waning daylight and the room lit by a single light. He's seated at a desk, papers spread out before him but clearly his attention isn't on them. Jonathan himself looks markedly better since the last time people may have seen him; there's colour in his skin and while he still looks slightly starved, there's nothing of the hungry expression in his eyes.]

The Lady Fayura and her court have been particularly helpful but have also made certain... factors clear to me. So I feel honesty is the best policy here. Rational thought and decision only.

[He settles forward to rest his weight on his elbows, pale blue eyes fixed on the far-caster.]

I am not human. As unbelievable as it may seem, after I returned to London following the war I was attacked, murdered, and reborn as what I am now. A creature of death and blood that must survive on the living.

[He says it so calmly, matter-of-fact in his delivery.]

I try not to feed on humans but it has been made clear to me that this will no longer work, and animals are not enough to survive on. My hunger cannot be so easily ignored here despite my efforts so I am asking a... favour, a show of trust, if any would be willing to make it.

Comments

[unwieldy]

[ Um, what's wrong with complaining? He's GREAT at complaining. ]

It's not like you can afford to be picky.

[championbittersweet]

True enough. But the Lady's blood seems to boost my strengths a great deal so I'm not certain it's the best outcome either.

[unwieldy]

[ Super strong bloodthirsty monster? No thanks! ]

Yeah, don't want you going on some crazy killing spree one of these days.

[championbittersweet]

Finally something we agree on.

[And, because he cannot help wishing to tease somewhat:] Is that an offer to assist?

[unwieldy]

[ There's no appreciation for teasing in this house. ]

I'd rather bleed out and let you watch from somewhere you couldn't get to me than help you with anything.

[championbittersweet]

A simple 'no' would suffice. Wishing death on yourself doesn't speak well of your own self-worth.

[unwieldy]

It gets my point across. Don't worry about my self-worth.

[championbittersweet]

Interesting to say not to worry and not that there is nothing wrong with it. I believe Freud may argue that suggests that there is in fact an issue that you're avoiding.

[unwieldy]

What the hell? Don't try to psychoanalyze me.

[ Because it would take Way Too Long. ]

[championbittersweet]

Ah, you're familiar with his theories? He's made fantastic steps to help treat patients. Do you have an interest is the field of psychoanalysis?

[unwieldy]

[ ??? What's happening?? ]

No, and even if I did, I wouldn't be discussing that with you.

[championbittersweet]

A shame. I will admit it's not my field but I have spent some time studying the writings of many of the prominent theorists to see how I might apply it in my own work and it's useful to be able to discuss the topics with others.

[unwieldy]

[ Okay.......

He doesn't want to listen to this anymore!! It's weirdly frustrating and infuriating.

So he'll just hang up!! ]

[championbittersweet]

[Unfortunately for Haein, Jonathan has learned a new trick or two but not the manners to go with them, and so he'll feel a brush of Jonathan's mind against his and a brief, whispered farewell:]

Adieu, my friend.

[unwieldy]

[ It's an unwelcome brush against his mind, that's for certain. Haein winces away from it, and a deep disgust gnaws away at him at being called friend.

But he bites his tongue to keep from snapping something back through the psychic link. This is over, and he won't continue it by replying. ]