Drake had to consider for a moment about what to describe his other selves. "We can just go by their age. I'm going to guess based on what you talked about he was about 22 so I would refer to him as such. I know you mentioned running into even younger me... like 18 or so. I worry what will happen when they get younger, and they will." but he supposed it might be good for now and the others couldn’t protest when they weren’t out, and going younger might mean the potential of unlocking some of the deeper memories things he could no longer recall from being a child as even trying to call that far back led to headaches and general feelings of anxiety for him.<br/><br/>He had been previously inclined to let sleeping dogs lie but that was a luxury they didn’t have if he was going to get worse and he suspected he would. The need for blood had left him a little shaky and weak and while he had previously been too proud to ask for him he was trying, he really was, to cope with his new condition. He stood and faced Jas looking unsure as a mix of emotions played out on hi face. “What... what do I do?” He asked honestly his voice as small as ever as he wanted to ask the man’s advice, but he knew the options laid out before him an even though Jasaiah had previously told him feeding was no burden it still worried him that might not be as simple as he stated it to be.