It pained him to even return to that memory. He could still see it clearly. Claudia slumped over her deceased mother, whimpering and begging for her to wake up. He had only intended on comforting the child, but he had underestimated his own thirst. Her scent was too much for him to take. It was β
πππππ.
Claudia listened and watched the woman below. Old and frail she was, selling flowers and holding out more still. The blonde sighed as she leaned ever more into her arms.
" And it means something else too, doesn't it? " She said. " . . . . She'll never ever grow up. " Somberly as she spoke. ( + )
β were invisible.
"You see that old woman there?"
He spoke, keeping his tone gentle with care.
"That will never happen to you. You will never grow old, and you will never die."
There was no point in sugarcoating it. She deserved to know the truth, no matter how grim it may be.
