That's right. After years, perhaps, they might gain consciousness—but until then, they are but slaves to their masters, those who have converted them, and are unable to disobey. They will mindlessly destroy whatever is in their path, and kill humans to eat their flesh.
It is, of course, a difficult thing—even if they are no longer human, they were once before, and they have such shape. Even after they gain consciousness, they are still subservient to their sire, forced to kill for them and then given scraps in return—and when they have become independent, they have already killed many, many humans.
It is unfortunate—no, to say that would be understating it. It is heartbreaking. It would not be odd to condemn what you saw, just now.
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So you, like. Go around stopping em from doing stuff they can't stop themselves from?
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It is, of course, a difficult thing—even if they are no longer human, they were once before, and they have such shape. Even after they gain consciousness, they are still subservient to their sire, forced to kill for them and then given scraps in return—and when they have become independent, they have already killed many, many humans.
It is unfortunate—no, to say that would be understating it. It is heartbreaking. It would not be odd to condemn what you saw, just now.
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Sounds like the other way's to just let em kill more people.
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[ the streets btw don't look super familiar but as they go along they might start to?? ]
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Ah - yeah.
I guess, what else do you do? Aside from, like. You know.
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I'm studying to become a priest. Currently, I am attending seminary.
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How's that going?
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[ sigh!! exasperated!! ]
Between school and work, I'm hardly getting any sleep—really, it would be nice to get a break once in a while. . . !
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[ sigh! ]
Truth be told, I'm in this profession because of my father—though, well, I can't say I don't value it as the family business.
Aah, complaining isn't graceful, though, so I'll refrain from saying more.
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Is your house much farther from here?
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[As though in response to the reminder, the scenery shifts. It's the hotel, light spilling from the front door and into the street]
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oh well. just kind of going along with it ]
An apartment . . . ?
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You, uh. You wanna come in?
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S'the least I can do.
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