The murmurings were soothing until Drake went still laying quietly for a long time in the stillness. The moon had come up and he was starting to come around to himself. His eyes sliding half open they had gotten a hint of a pinkish tint in the irises as it appeared the vampirism was having some side effects. “I’m going to have to learn it aren’t I?” Drake murmured sounding at least like a half attempt at humor, “Japanese I mean. Watashi wa kaiwa dake shitte iru. Sukoshi.” His pronunciation was rough but then again the chances he had to use it were few and far between plus his tongue felt like it was barely wanting to make the effort in English at that moment. In that moment he seemed not to recall anything about mentioning his father as the memories felt all blurred again for Drake trying to recall anything felt more like a headache and a messy tangle of information that made no sense.<br/><br/>Instead he chose to be present in this moment not wanting to piece together what actually happened to him as the program that had been running in his place. “Do you wonder.. if the me I am now is the real me?” He asked Jas quietly in the dark, the man who had supported to him clung to him and Drake could sense was in love with him. “I wondered that all the time, what if I’m one of them and the other me is somewhere else… or one of them. I mean in theory I know they are all me, or us? But they feel so much different from me.” Identity was an odd thing and Drake had toyed it with before having chosen to simply ignore the probability that maybe getting rid of his personalities might mean he would go with them, would be even be present? Or was he trying to become something new?<br/><br/><br/>( I know only conversational. a little. )