Drake had called it pity but the more Ryah learned about him, the less it seemed like pity at all. If anything, the hunter was feeling ashamed. About how he'd been treating Drake, how he had assumed so much about him, simply because of<i>what</i>he was, and not<i>who</i>he was. Back when he had been human, he'd been willing to help a complete stranger, and even now, all this time later, even after he'd been turned, he still wanted to help others. Despite the fact that he been dealt such a shitty hand in life. And there Ryah had been, so ready to judge him, for things beyond his control, for being something different, when Drake was simply a good person. Better than Ryah at any rate. The brunet kept his eyes glued to the road; trying to process it all. He wasn't sure he even could. Surely there was no way Drake was<i>that</i>good of a person, right? Even after all the shitty things that had happened to him, he still wanted to help people, still had good left in him.<br/><br/>"You're like a vampire Captain America or something," he muttered to himself. Which, he supposed, made the fox spirit Peggy Carter or something. Except Peggy Carter had never needed help or rescuing. So maybe that made him Bucky Barnes instead.<br/><br/>"You ever consider looking him up again?" Out of curiosity or maybe perhaps nostalgia. It sounded like the fox spirit had made him happy at some point, had at least made things more bearable. Ryah wasn't certain he'd have been able to stand it if it had happened to him. He didn't think he was the strong or capable. He didn't know why he was so interested in Drake's past or personal life. He supposed his felt so mundane compared to the vampire's. If one could consider monster hunting mundane, of all things.<br/><br/>He asked Drake what his plans were, once the dust settled. Would he return to his daily toil and drudgery? Didn't he want to find someone to share his life with? After a long moment, Ryah realized he was thinking of Drake, not as a vampire, not as a monster, but as a person. One who deserved more than what life had dealt him. After all, he had never asked for any of this, had he?