Reika leaned a little on Kate, listening close as she spoke. For a second there was a look of slight confusion, before she figured it out. Her eyes downcast, focused on the ground. " 'Tis the act and not the victim that has him upset. While he and I were slaves still, he told me he never wanted to drink human blood. That if he ever did, he would be a true monster then." She looked up towards Alyxander's window with a sorrowful look in her eyes. "If he could be cured, that would make him happier than he has ever been. But 'tis dangerous, in curing his kind. He may look and act human, but if he has no blood he will die. How can that be fixed?" She sighed and took Kate's hand. "Come, let us eat. Perhaps he will be comforted by your presence later."<br/><br/>Alyxander was pacing back and forth in front of his bed, scolding himself in thought. Mentally tearing himself apart. 'I wasn't that thirsty. I had my control, and I lost it. What if this happens again?' He stopped, his hands clenched into fists and tears leaking from his eyes. Tears of blood. The red stains left streaks on his skin as they fell. 'What if I kill someone else like that? What if I lose my control again, and hurt Kate, or Reika? Or anyone else in this house? How would Kate ever forgive me then?' He slid to a sitting position against the bed, on the opposite side of it with his back to the door. 'I'd rather die than let this happen again. Because who knows who my next victim could be.' His eyes traced the room, wondering if there was something, anything he could use to put himself out of this misery. Kate would grieve, as would Reika, but it was better than what could happen if he stayed.