you're afraid because part of you still wants to live.
daniel looks up at her, puzzled. his hands are gripping the leather jacket, too large for the lean body of a man who became his meal that night. he is still inside of the jacket, this dead bag of bones and organs, and daniel swiftly releases him from it.
"i think it's too late for that."
the man's bloodless body falls to the ground with a thump. daniel shrugs the leather jacket on and it fits him just right. it manages to cheer him up, despite claudia's words itching at his dead, cold brain. he sighs, out of habit and not necessity, and hides the corpse from view with one, swift kick to its side. it rolls under the nearest bin; another unfortunate fucker in a dark alleyway.
"besides, i prefer being dead. i would choose it again, even now, even with hindsight. — not trying to be offensive, dude. i know choice is not a given."
the thoughtful expression on his face quickly switches into a toothy smile; his mouth is bloodied in a way that makes it look like he's wearing smudged lipstick. "should we test that fake id of yours and hit the clubs? huh? come on!"