“You can pretend that you aren’t lonely, Rafaela. But I know you are. Hell, I’m lonely too. What you do is far harder than what I do. I survive, even lead a fairly comfortable existence from time to time. But you—my love…. You work so hard, hunting a race who wish only to coexist.”
Rafaela’s face had softened as he spoke, but when he said this last, her expression hardened once more.
“You say that after you devoured my little sister in her sleep? After you ripped out the throat of my brother and turned my parents? You attacked and killed half my family, the other half you turned into monsters like yourself. That is not peaceful coexistence.”
“I didn’t say it was peaceful.” He smirked, raising an eyebrow.
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