The man glanced at Sage, frowning. "Humans out number us too much- it pisses me off." He said, clearly beyond reasoning. He sounded insane- it didnt even really answer Sage's question beyond a selfish motivation. "Humans farm cattle- we should be able to do the same. They should feel greatful to picked to be turned!"<br/><br/>The woman was sobbing now, holding on the the arm around her shoulders and trying to shy away from the knife. He jostled her, yelling at the woman to sit still and she did so, chest rising and falling in small panicked puffs. Milo could hear her heart beat...<br/><br/>"We have to have more if there any chance at winning, right? Some of them take well to it..." the knife fig deeper and Milo felt his heart skip a beat. He felt his teeth ache. They pulsed painfully and the urge to bite down into soft flesh was overwhelming.<br/><br/>"If you agree so much why do you both play at being human? Look at you! You're liars!" He smiled at Milo, who put a hand over his mouth as he tried to keep the scent away, and looked almost sympathetic.<br/><br/>"It hurts, doesnt it?" He said, flicking the knife. Blood spattered down the alley way, a single drop landing on Milo's shoe.<br/><br/>"What's your name?"<br/><br/>"None of your god damn business." Milo grit out. The man laughed, amused and finally releasing his hold on the woman as her body locked up. It was clear Milo's blood was well mingled with hers but right now, even as the change started in the other victim, Milo's biggest concern was trying to control himself. The noise, the blood, the mans words- everything was too much right now.<br/><br/>The man started running again and this time Milo didn't chase him.