Aries didn't mind being called insane, he probably was, and he had been called far worse. He also didn't take much note of the glare he was receiving, continuing to smile pleasantly as the other continued speaking. He stayed quiet as told to until it seemed the other was waiting for an answer and so he thought a moment before speaking. "I've tried everything I can think of... Lots of vampires and hunters have tried too... Drowning, poison, hanging... I've tried everything. And still... Still, I can't die." His smile faded as he spoke, looking down at his hands which trembled softly on his lap. His words were sullen, and his eyes seemed to be staring at something far away and unattainable. He wanted to die... So why couldn't he?<br/><br/>When asked why he thought the other could kill him though he perked up a bit. "They told me that there was a hunter that would be able to kill me in this city. It has to be you, i'm sure of it. They said I would know when I found you, so it had to be you!" He seemed wholly convinced of this fact as though he were assuring someone the sky was indeed blue. He just couldn't imagine it could be anyone else. When the hunter began speaking about his blood though... Aries faltered. He tilted his head slightly, confusion showing in his eyes. Finally, though he hurriedly shook his head, tousling his red hair that was sticky with bits of debris.<br/><br/>"I don't want to kill you! I don't hurt humans, I don't..." He trailed off and his fingers went to fiddle with the hem of his sweatshirt as he looked down guiltily. "I don't want to ever hurt a human... That's why I want to die. Before I lose control and attack someone... Before I give in and drink from one... I want to die before that." His fingers coiled tightly in the fabric as his shoulders shuddered. How close had he come last night to attacking the other? "You have to kill me, I don't have any other ideas. If you don't I..." He was scared, scared that he would become a monster, that he would kill a human... Or many of them. What would happen if an immortal vampire like him was left on the loose attacking people? He chewed his lip at the thought which made his throat burn, he was always thirsty, always wanting... How much longer did he had to hold back?