(Sorry if has errors using moms smartphone)<br/><br/>Jean listened to her as she spoke. She was right there was so many possibilities to who he really was. Which left the big question of who was he really? He couldnt help but feel like one of those possibilities was close to the truth. He looked at her.<span style="font-style: italic">i am not sure. What i am feeling hunger for makes no sense...</span>he said. Looking at her while biting his lower lip. Wincing as the point fangs dug into hitongue slightly.<span style="font-style: italic">what i hunger for is blood. I dont know why. Soup sounds good though. Please let me have some of that. Do you know why i could possibly want blood odie? Is there something wrong with me?</span>he asked with a worried look. Yet again for a second his lips moved out of sync with his voice. Yet only for a moment. He was worried there was something wrong that he wanted blood.