Sola looked at him. Hobby after hobby? Why the hell would she want a hobby? She wasn't sure what she may or may not like to do. She listened to him without saying a word though. He apparently had done quite a lot. More than she would have thought possible.<span style="font-style: italic">He must have been around a long time.</span>She thought to herself. Looking at him. A path of self-destruction? Maybe but what else was there? She didn't know anything else. He had felt what she had before? It was kind of hard to believe. She could tell he wasn't like her yet was similar. He was a pure one of something. Vampire, demon or werewolf. She didn't know which. Shaking her head. He was right. There wasn't anything left once they were all dead. Yet how could she just let them get away with their dark massacuring? Looking down but her gaze shot back to him. "Why would you do something like that?" She asked. A bit suspicious as she hadn't had anyone want to help her or show any form of caring in such a long time. So what the hell did he want?