Introductions || Arret and Charles
"In the beginning, I couldnât help it. I fed on men, women, and children alike. It is indeed possible to die of fright." She sighed. "Iâm not proud of it. Â But Iâm better than that now. I donât lose control unless I havenât fed in a very, very long time. Which is why I try to keep myself in check. I give little frights, here and there. Exams, marital issues, you see it wherever you go." She shrugged. I donât have as much of an issue keeping myself fed as I used to. Circumstances were different back then."
"BackâŠwhen?" Charles asked. "And if you have to do it to survive, itâs hardly something to be ashamed of." He shrugged. "Perhaps thatâs naĂŻve of me to say, but no oneâŠdied." His eyes narrowed a bit. "Well, at least they donât have to, so thereâs no harm in it I suppose. No real harm anyways. It could be much worse."
"Back when I was still under the boogeyman's control. I was his pet, you see. I fed when he said I could." Her gaze fixated on him. "You don't listen well, do you? People did die. But not for lack of resisting. I was practically starved then. I'd take until there was nothing left." She sighed, dipping her finger in her coffee, pouting when she found it had gone cold. "But, that's in the past. Now I'm out, declaring my independence, as it were. And it's not half bad, either." She chuckled. "I suppose this conversation would have been a lot easier for you if I had just said I was indeed a mutant, eh? Of course, you would have known that I was lying."
