'Well, there is certainly comfort to be felt in knowing you do not regret your decision,' he muttered, smiling bitterly. He wondered how long she would feel that way. If he were quite honest with himself, it was not Seria that was in need of assistance, although she could undoubtedly use any information he had to better her chances of successfully escaping Avgust and his cronies. The likelihood of that occurring while he was still at her side, however, was implausible. Even if they did slip away undetected – a feat Echo had achieved many times over – they would continue their search to the ends of the earth and beyond until they found them again. They always did.<br/><br/>'Unfortunately my predicament has proven rather stubborn,' he informed her gravely. He paused a moment, an analytic crease furrowing his brow as he stared down at his intertwined hands, before he elaborated. 'Within the<span style="font-style: italic">Vampiir kolooniad</span>the hierarchy is devised by strength rather than fortune or blood as it is in the human domain, thus it is usually the eldest that command the most respect. Vampirr are created, while a<span style="font-style: italic">Dhampiir</span>is the product of<span style="font-style: italic">Vampiir</span>and an<span style="font-style: italic">ajalik eksisteerima</span>. Of course, if you are familiar with our race then probably you are already aware of this.<span style="font-style: italic">Dhampiir</span>are considered third class citizens, as we are part mortal we are not so durable as a<span style="font-style: italic">Vampiir</span>. Which is why I have not sought to rid myself of Avgust or Diomedes by force. Although I am unique in that I am more<span style="font-style: italic">Vampiir</span>than I am<span style="font-style: italic">Inimene</span>, I am still less than<span style="font-style: italic">Vampiir</span>, thus I lack their arduous capabilities. It is likely that Avgust or Diomedes would overpower me in combat with ease, and even more so as they are of number and I am but one. And I do not have allies to assist me in my plight.'<br/><br/>While his answering stare was not so soft as Seria's, it held nothing fierce either. It was not a vision of determination, though it was by no means defeated. Acceptance? Perhaps. He doubted very much that his life would change anytime soon. Running was all be knew, and although his pursuit for Evelyn's killer had been an efficient distraction, his determination was waning. He had long since concluded that whatever he had felt for the human woman had not been what was known as love. The day and age in which he had met her had simply labeled it as such, and he had childishly believed that he had. Truthfully, it was not Evelyn that he craved, but the acceptance she had shown him. Hard as he tried, he was not above such petty desires.<br/><br/>'As for tomorrow,' he continued, hauling his sinewy form out of the chair and ambling over to one of Seria's furnishing cabinets to inspect it's décor, 'I think you would be safe to work if you must.<span style="font-style: italic">Vampiir</span>cannot walk in sunlight, though I would suggest you return well before dusk. I, on the other hand, will need to feed again before I can risk exposing myself to the day. I doubt very much you would find me so appealing if I were to be<span style="font-style: italic">röstitud</span>again.' The side-long simper he threw over his shoulder could not have been more inviting had he tried.