I understand. [Lenore listens to everything he has to say, and then accepts it, easy as that. None of it is a surprise, and she has all the context she needs in regards to his parents.]

You aren't him.

Your emotions aren't unusual or excessive. Honestly, those desires are relatively tame compared to many people I encountered back home, human or vampire. You haven't had the most dramatic or violent reaction I've seen to this current situation.

[Resting her arms on the table, she sighs wearily, rolling her shoulders.] It seems to me that you're so--understandably--consumed with dread that you might become him, that you condemn yourself for any shred of a shared trait. But punishing yourself for feeling anger and grief isn't going to help. You're allowed to feel things.

[What he's not allowed is moping and self-loathing. Not on her watch, anyway.] Go get us some drinks, will you?