<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XJroK22.jpg)</div><strong>Barir bin Yasha</strong>- Appearance 3, Black stain of Diablerie in his aura for those with who succeed on Auspex II roll<br/><br/>Barir smiled sadly as Joanna had her say. "None of us are different," he murmured, the words under his breath as he watched her make her declarations. In truth, while he did believe that she would set snares to catch him as would any other vampire here in Elysium, he hadn't thought that she had meant to set them with her own body. It had only dawned on him mid-way through the conversation that this was what she thought he had meant, but... by then damage done, bridges burnt.<br/><br/>His eyes flickered past as he thought he caught something in the window, but less than a second later returned to her. His expression returned to the neutral mask that he had worn before being accosted by Angelique before, and he nodded slowly, though the sadness remained in his eyes. These things, such as they were, happened more often than not and it was their lot in life to go through the motions of living despite being undead monstrosities that had no real reason to continue moving apart from the dread force within that hungered for the blood of the living.<br/><br/>"Goodbye," he said, the word accompanying the nod as he watched her as she left. He wondered if they would truly meet once more, if he would go to this establishment of hers and see what was there. No, probably not, he decided. He barely had time as it was, and there was nothing that indicated that the next raid upon one of the outlying Sabbat strongholds wouldn't end with his own demise. Still, nothing to be done, and no use worrying about it. What would be, would be, and he would have to deal with it as he did with most things that came his way... one day at a time.