None of this was reassuring and Drake wracked his brain for an explanation. Sure he had drank a lot of blood... mostly donated or patients but any one of them could have been devoted for all he knew that had to be the most likely explanation. Though that sort of thing couldn’t stay long in his system and the more he tried to reason it the more it didn’t seem to make sense. “My parents... they weren’t anything special.” He hadn’t thought about them in a long time and rarely spared them a thought most days. “Two people that got married too young because one got knocked up and shouldn’t have stayed together. They spent most of their time making each other miserable and neglecting me than being religious.” He shook his head in disbelief.<br/><br/>“Though I suppose if God gave two fucks about my bloodline my life might be less of a train wreck.” Trying to re-trace the steps and see if he had ever been drawn to anything religious he did recall he had attempted praying once or twice at the foster home he was sent to after his parents proved to be totally failures and found himself quickly disappointed as the swift lesson that followed seemed to assure him that no one looked out for you in this world besides yourself and you needed to protect yourself at all costs. Even as a young child that had been crystal clear to him and had been the foundation of the character of who he became. Sure since he knew of angels and the like he knew that the Heavenly Father was a concept was real but he didn’t believe that most people made it on his list to be concerned about.<br/><br/>He didn’t know what to make of the words either even if they did seem important as they floated in the back of his mind he tried to bring himself back down to earth and not panic instead of thinking about what he needed to do next.