In the sanguisuge's perspective, the man's very presence was that of a potent curse. The longer he stayed in sight, the more he spoke, the greater was Demitri's urge to lunge at the man, to tear out the fleshy chords encased by his throat. Silence. Silence was coveted like gems to prospectors. “Firstly,” he began, displeasure thick upon his own voice. “—You would do well to drag your meager concerns to someone else. I’ve no reason to care for any affair of yours.”
Dan was about to leave unspoken, and then he grinned, and turned around.
"DEMITRI! If you hate me so much, WHY don't you kill me!?"
"It's not like nobody is stopping you! You have ample opportunity to do so with your ability of stealth perfectly in the shadows, and it isn't like I keep my location a secret either!"
"Let's be honest! Something is holding you back! Something tells you that killing me isn't worth it! If anything, killing me means not bothering you anymore! SO IT IS WORTH IT!"
"So I think we can agree that I made a valid point!"
"AND THUS TRAVELING AND EATING HORRIBLE ROMANIAN AIRLINE FOOD WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT!"
















