~ vampires. They can be killed, too.

~ hurting them, too.”

~ her presence when he’s in that other form. At least not fully. Jack doesn’t doubt she would be observing, though.

He chuckles a little.

“Other me enjoys it, I think.”

Or at least enjoys what comes naturally to a predator. Jack is just . . . Jack. Kind and peaceful by nature. He knows she sees that.

“I suppose I will see you at the next full moon then. Or at least sense you.”

He might not be aware of ~

~ good friends to me. I hope I have been the same for them. So . . . how did you all meet?”

“I think it’s hard for them. Marc especially.”

And if she knows them /all/, she can surmise why. DID is a lot to open up to people about. Jack thinks the fact that he could somewhat understand the concept of not always being oneself helped him connect with Marc. They help each other.

“They’re ~

~ I only ask that you keep an open mind when I present my ideas to the group.”

~ found out what he is?

Anywhere here finding out would interfere with his purpose. He has to pretend to be human to help everyone else who is not.

“Forgive me, Miss Bloodstone,” Jack adds once he is calm again. “Obviously, this is a passion project for me. I know you grew up in this world. ~

~ for existing? Why are their lives worth less than a hunter’s /sport/?”

Jack doesn’t toast her, but he does down the drink he was holding and, until now, ignoring.

He doesn’t mean to be snippy, but this /is/ personal. Elsa is talking cordially to him now, but would she condemn him, too, if she ~

“I would ask how many of those 68 or 83 did absolutely nothing wrong.”

But that is where they agree. Elsa seem to think non-human beings are innately dangerous or prone to violence. That even if they had not done something wrong, that eventually they would.

“Why should they be punished simply ~

~ us to make those connections.”

Or such is how he sees it.

“But I also understand if don’t want a friend like me.”