If he were to be privy to the knowledge of the emotional bonds, it would make fresh a scar he's had to hold onto. There is something particular about the connection, and he's only ever known it with his kind or really a selective two. He couldn't imagine having it with others that were of the same empath-like skillset. The pit is truly bringing out parts of him that he didn't want to give into, but here he is with having sought out the mind of a stranger. All his companions of past would have scoffed at him.
Soon as Istredd states Louis' nature out loud, he is slightly taken aback. It's the ease of it. Then he has to intake "mage" and part of him had to make the connection that it has to be some sort of equivalency to what Wanda mentioned. Her witchhood? All he's gathered is that is a possibility for more out there, at a scale he hadn't thought beyond his own strange situation. Vampires are few in his world, and hidden.
"I'm considered young myself. I should probably get used to seeing more of the supernatural pull out here. If we make it out." There's a quietude that follows, to the possibility that they might not. At least, they might not all make it out. Would he want to?
Louis, stay with me.
The whispers are loud, which make him wince at the sound of what he thinks is Claudia talking to him. Suddenly, he's overcome and his hand is pressing near his pant leg, his nail having poked through the fabric as he pinches himself.
"Seems the pit isn't for the well-mannered," it's said with a light tone that is easy-going, but it soon gets cut by a sharp inhale of his breath as he hears the breeching of the loud buzz. Louis looks over to the shrines.
"Somethin' must be trapped in there. Where else would the whispers be coming from?"
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Soon as Istredd states Louis' nature out loud, he is slightly taken aback. It's the ease of it. Then he has to intake "mage" and part of him had to make the connection that it has to be some sort of equivalency to what Wanda mentioned. Her witchhood? All he's gathered is that is a possibility for more out there, at a scale he hadn't thought beyond his own strange situation. Vampires are few in his world, and hidden.
"I'm considered young myself. I should probably get used to seeing more of the supernatural pull out here. If we make it out." There's a quietude that follows, to the possibility that they might not. At least, they might not all make it out. Would he want to?
The whispers are loud, which make him wince at the sound of what he thinks is Claudia talking to him. Suddenly, he's overcome and his hand is pressing near his pant leg, his nail having poked through the fabric as he pinches himself.
"Seems the pit isn't for the well-mannered," it's said with a light tone that is easy-going, but it soon gets cut by a sharp inhale of his breath as he hears the breeching of the loud buzz. Louis looks over to the shrines.
"Somethin' must be trapped in there. Where else would the whispers be coming from?"