How that must have rankled, to be nothing more than a casualty of war, used to hurt another. Ryah couldn't even begin to imagine what that was like. All he could think was how much it must have sucked, to be dealt such a shitty hand in life. How did Drake even find the strength to go on every day? He was utterly alone, wasn't he? He didn't seem to have friends or family. People he could trust or rely on.<br/><br/>The hunter glanced at him from the corner of his eye. Was there anything that made him happy? That made him smile? What the hell motivated him to keep going every day?<br/><br/>"Dimitrius is dead, right?" He asked, trying to remember what Drake had mentioned about his maker, what seemed like a lifetime ago. If the vampire-demon-sorcerer or whatever the fuck he was wasn't, Ryah felt his fingers itching for a silver bullet. Once everything with Phineas was dealt with, he wanted to help Drake. It was more than just owing him now. It was...wanting to help him out, wanting to make things a little better for Drake.<br/><br/>"What happened to this fox spirit of yours? I, uh, guess you and he had a thing?" The brunet wondered if he was alive or there or not. Had they been friends? Or it must have been more, if Drake had been willing to cross miles and miles for him.<br/><br/>He had always known there was out there than just vampires. They just happened to be the most prevalent and hard to kill. He'd heard of werewolves, nagas, sirens, kelpies, the Fey and other things. He'd never come across any but fox spirit was a new one to him. That sort of thing didn't sound local, didn't sound like something anyone he knew had ever come across either. Usually one type of creature tended to dominate a city.