It's more like a loading screen, really. It doesn't last long, because then—
You are walking with a spindly young man dressed in a t-shirt and slacks who looks rather disheveled and has a permanently worried expression on his face; although in this particular instance he seems to have a very specific worry in mind.
“Grace,” he says to you, “did you publish that pamphlet…?”
You look at him like, who do you think I am, of course I did, and then you say just that. “It’s what I’ve been trying to do for decades, Simon,” you say.
He fixes you with a very solid look. “Do you realize how many Kindred—neonates, died, because they decided to reveal themselves? Killed by their neighbors, or hunters? Beheaded, burnt to death, locked out in the sun to dissolve into ash?”
He gives you a specific extra look about the hunters, because he knows you have been backing half the vampire hunter groups in the city. And—truth be told, it’s not as if it doesn’t tug on your heartstrings. That those who were so bold as to have hope—the very kind of vampires who should rightly be your allies—were some of those who died… that’s a knife to your heart. But this is the hour when human and vampire must band together against the worse of the world. You can only hope that most are moved to do the right thing. They'll need to, when you're...
“I know,” you say. “I know. I knew what I was getting into. I’ve done worse with my own two hands, Simon Davis.”
“The others are going to want to kill you for this,” he says. “If I knew it was you…”
“Then,” you say, “I’ll face the consequences. I’m ready.”
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that is to say, it's probably another dissociation episode, no biggie]
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