"I have controlled my instincts and choke out what I am for all my life; the taste of human blood has been on my lips only three times in my life. All of which in times of violent possession. I fear that side of me more than anything, Kate; and it has grown stronger, in all the years I have kept it held down." Alyxander whimpered his words, but was more upset and frightened than hopeless. When he heard Kate mention a possible cure, his eyes lit, then dulled again. "I have seen those who have been cured; they are mortal, aye, but not alive. They do not last long, and are sick and frail and weak." He fell silent then, and glanced away to the ground. After a moment of thinking things over, he sighed quietly. "If it what you wish, I shall not leave nor attempt to threaten my own life. But on one condition, and only then."