“It’s not rude. I was born into a time where we were segregated for the color of our skin. I was seen lesser for it, despite the riches I acquired. Apparently it’s not common in some worlds. Although, I suspect it just translates to something else from there. Injustices might be a mortal aspect. Religion only amplified what pureness was meant to be,” he’s honest. Paul had often told him his practices were wrong (of which he won’t deny his faults), but his suspected sexuality was also put up front for forgiveness, to apologize for. Everything else becomes part of the apology. He did end up at the alter once, on his knees. Now he’s a vampire.

It’s complicated, but he can understand having a people. Storyville was that for him. All Louis has to do is touch upon his fanged teeth, to feel they are aching. Choices. He certainly made them in the pit, no matter the influence.

“I think I like your way of moving forward better. It holds optimism. Rarer nowadays.”