Louis looks down at her. His nose wrinkles a little, the gesture more obvious with the long muzzle.

"I've met so many people like you. People with so much natural power, and neither the creativity nor the integrity to use it." Like most of his carnivorous classmates. People with the power to see in the dark, or take down whole gangs nearly single-handedly, or lift whole cars--all wasted potential and nothing more. "If you care so little for my opinion, then go run away in your sunlight and keep up your meager living with stolen bread, then. You wouldn't be the first to waste their potential."