"I know how you feel. My mother and father were both Christians, they kept me around the house nearly all day every day and I never got the chance to date. Still, I took what they taught me, I follow what they taught me too. I love them both, more than I show sometimes." Dimitri said. He thought about the guy she was talking about. He wondered about him, maybe overall he was actually a good person? Or maybe not? He couldn't really know, he began to consider asking about this Tyler guy more, but he didn't end up speaking up, because what followed took priority.<br/><br/>It was then that suddenly, Dimitri could tell something was wrong, more wrong than he'd thought. His current suspicion had been that maybe her ex-boyfriend had drowned, and the loss of love had effected her. But as she stared him in the eyes, he could tell, it was worse than that. And as she explained, he realized just how bad she had it. He thought about how to react, maybe it'd be best for both of them if he pretended it was a joke. For all he knew, it was a twisted lie. It wouldn't be right for him to continue to hide what he was, could it? But then, what if this was a mistake?<br/><br/>Dimitri knew what she was, it wasn't hard for him to guess. She was a siren, or partly one anyway. He'd read about them way back when he still lived on the farm. Odysseus saw several of his men abandon their ship in the middle of the ocean at the mere sound of their songs. It was believed that what they heard would make them envision their deepest dreams, and they would do whatever they had to to get closer to that song. The singing was blissful to those who could reach it; until they finally did anyway. Odysseus himself had decided he wanted to hear the sirens song. He had his men bound him to the mast and cover their ears. When he heard the bliss that he couldn't get to, he screamed in agony, begging to be released. Though the sirens had the most blissful voice, their intentions of luring ended with blood. And a lot of it. Enough to leave a red sea.<br/><br/>Still, that wasn't Melody. She now, was letting out distress and tears at the knowledge of death. She wasn't one of them, who waited to murder passerbys. It was watching her head hang with tears coming out that made him decide, she wasn't lying. He couldn't bare to look at it for another second. The guilt was enough to make him stand up, it wasn't fair that she had to feel this way. She couldn't help being what she was. All Dimitri was, was some farm boy with blood that did things for him. He never viewed himself as anyone who could fix things for people, and yet, he felt he had to try.<br/><br/>He took the few steps over to her and hugged her. He didn't like the idea of invading her space, but it was the right thing to do, to let her know he was there, that he didn't think she was crazy. "Something happened back there is all. That wasn't you, it isn't who you are." He whispered. "I'm not going to let you face this in a cafe. Come on, you said you knew where there was a lake. Let's go there. Or anywhere else. Just not here." He said, offering his hand to help her get up.