Lions and prey; she had to admit the example fit. Even in the stories she had been told about vampires made them out to be predators. She closed her eyes and mentally shook her head. No, they were just monsters in those stories too. It wasn’t until that moment, could she see the truth in his words. Why she could not explain but it still didn’t stop the tremors coursing through her regardless of how well she was getting at pushing them back. She had too, ‘do not show weakness’. A mantra she tried to live by and would continue to live by despite the losing battle she was waging with this vampire.<br/><br/>Focusing back on his voice she found herself wanting to push what he said back. To be able to go and believe those tales from her youth but she couldn’t. Opening her eyes she tensed when she met his gaze. His words were sharper and full of…irritation? Robin wasn’t able to tell fully, her attention drawn more to his eyes. Those black orbs stabbing into her at each syllable spoken until he broke the connection by glancing down.<br/><br/>Her senses were in overdrive and she didn’t know what to believe. So much had been thrown at her she was spinning. Trying to relax at least a little she attempted to piece together the reason for his; she was going to go with irritation, yet nothing made sense. Did he not like what he was and that was the reason for his proposition? Somehow she doubted it considering how old he might be and how his master had been. Though is actions since her…deed, the one he’d instigated, and his actions since he may still feel compassion. Well perhaps something equivalent.<br/><br/>Closing herself off momentarily Robin tried to absorb what he was saying. The hairs on the back of her neck raised, goose bumps starting to show. Was it always that cold? Not sure she tried to ignore it, but it persisted. The room seemed smaller, colder, darker, when he pulled at that strand again. There were vampires that didn’t drink human blood? Vegan vampires, if she wasn’t on edge she may have found humor in that yet it did give her some pause. If a vampire like that changed her mother she might forgive her…no she didn’t think so. The risks would be too high, the hunger for human blood might be overwhelming.<br/><br/>Robin was going to decline again but stopped. Flash of previous conversation, ‘whole again, young’. He’d given her a promise like that before but this, this was different. No memory of the pain, no memory of Robin either. Clenching her fists she slowly raised her head. The choice was hard and she knew if her father and brother found out she would not be able to go home, probably.<br/><br/>“My mother, she would be like she was…the illness would be gone.” She waited for a response before continuing. “She would be turned by one of those who do not drink human blood. I can’t, it would be hard enough knowing it happened while also working for the one who changed her.” Robin tried to be strong with her choice but there was doubt. How could she even think about doing this?<br/><br/>Holding herself straight backed as she could she tried to put on that same brave face she had during the interview. “There would be little risk of a slip with this? She would be taught, or raised to drink from animals other than human…” The last both a sentence and a question. She paused to let him respond before she said; “I would take her place but, there is so much more she can do than I can.” Her mother was the smartest person she knew. She was a high school dropout that worked at a bar to make ends meet whereas her mother was a scientist, invented things and put them to work. Too bad the company she worked for washed their hands of her the moment she got sick.