"A cure?" He smiled and looked distant, "Certainly my life exists in darkness, is fairly lonely and bloody; the only difference between my life before and after are the agelessness and mana drain. I could live forever, or at least much longer than I would have if I hadn't been turned. For the bloodsuckers who take pleasure in killing others, the only proper cure is a bullet through the skull. The other monsters with the disease are certainly hopelessly lost. I do my best to control myself, but there is always a ganger looking to pick a fight or a mark that would other wise bleed uselessly. They might as well sustain me, though I take no pleasure from it."<br/><br/>He seemed to brighten up when she came to sit by him on the bed, especially after his serious contemplation of his condition. "Persephone? Your mother is certainly a classic lady isn't she. It suits you. Though, I'm certain you are more than just a name the way you talk you seem like some kind of scientist." Seeing her close up the damage on her face seems so much more real. He feels a touch of sympathy for her, "Well, I was just doing my job and with the money you gave up, its the least I can do."<br/><br/>"That's okay, you seem to know my darkest secret already, it wouldn't hurt to indulge your curiosity a little more. I was a runner before, I contracted the virus during a job. A hunter turned pray. It's nothing dramatic, just didn't see it coming. I should feel lucky I'm not dead. Though broodiness happens to be my biggest side effect. So, I'm cursed to live the rest of my days as an angsty teenage trope."<br/><br/>"Well, since you know so much about me now, mind telling me a dark secret about yourself? Like, how you got the scars or why you ran away from the lap of luxury?"