Chevalier. My knights. They were humans, but they gave that up so that they could be like me. They're vampires like me, but they were human once, and I never was, so it's different too. And we're bound by blood, so they serve and protect me. It's a little complicated!
[To say the least, but she's not very interested in explaining the intricacies of what being her Chevalier means over the other half of what he's said. It's the argument that she always brings up as a counterpoint, yet... She can't truly believe it either.
She knows that she can't completely take it as truth, because she enjoys killing them too much. But even that, she has to wonder about. Humans enjoy eating, so why couldn't she?
There's a pause as she considers his message, reading it over a few more times before she just smiles again, sitting back in her chair]
You're right. About dying, I mean. Because I was killed here, and I came back just like that. Actually, I'd be willing to bet one of the people who you're talking to here is the person that killed me, because he's not very good at hiding the way he talks.
[Coolly,] He killed me for harming someone here. I didn't kill that person, but I was stabbed, over and over again, for what I am. It's not very fair, but I'm used to that. It's the same reason why I'm not sure if I'm exempt... It's what I eat, but it's not like I can hate people for being afraid of me or wanting to kill me.
[Diva gives a brilliant and lovely smile, which contrasts completely against what she says] People hate what they fear, right? So of course they'd want me to die.
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[To say the least, but she's not very interested in explaining the intricacies of what being her Chevalier means over the other half of what he's said. It's the argument that she always brings up as a counterpoint, yet... She can't truly believe it either.
She knows that she can't completely take it as truth, because she enjoys killing them too much. But even that, she has to wonder about. Humans enjoy eating, so why couldn't she?
There's a pause as she considers his message, reading it over a few more times before she just smiles again, sitting back in her chair]
You're right. About dying, I mean. Because I was killed here, and I came back just like that. Actually, I'd be willing to bet one of the people who you're talking to here is the person that killed me, because he's not very good at hiding the way he talks.
[Coolly,] He killed me for harming someone here. I didn't kill that person, but I was stabbed, over and over again, for what I am. It's not very fair, but I'm used to that. It's the same reason why I'm not sure if I'm exempt... It's what I eat, but it's not like I can hate people for being afraid of me or wanting to kill me.
[Diva gives a brilliant and lovely smile, which contrasts completely against what she says] People hate what they fear, right? So of course they'd want me to die.