Preeti tried to look into this man's eyes, wanting to see his soul.  Wanting to see what was behind the words that he spoke of.  She could sense that he was not human, but as to which creature he was she was not sure of.  One would think after all these years she could tell, but she would rather judge the person for the person and not the creature.<br/><br/>Preeti could tell when he talked that his life was without some sort of purpose, or at least he thought.  Preeti knew that his words were his purpose, wanting those who listened to understand some part of his story.<br/><br/>"Those words tell me of a life of pain and misery.  Someone so young should not feel that."  Preeti said as she removed her smile.  Preeti flagged down a waitress for a glass of her blood wine and waited for its return and once it had arrived she sipped a little.<br/><br/>"All I needed was to ask whether you have thought about sharing your life story with others than the ones you find in this bar.  Someone perhaps that has gone through similar things like you."