Razeal listened to Villey's words echo through his mind, the warning sharp and insistent, and a slow, crooked smile pulled at the corner of his lips. It wasn't amusement that shaped it, not really.. it was closer to irony, tinged with something bitter.
Do you even hear yourself? he thought, his inner voice calm, edged with dry mockery. Everything you're saying might be true, but do you realize how manipulative it sounds?
He let his gaze rest forward, unfocused, while his thoughts sharpened. Even someone who doesn't know anything about what's between us could tell you're trying to corner me, Villey. Push me into a conclusion you've already decided.
[It's not manipulation, Host. It's reality. And even if you want to ignore your trait for now, think logically. You're a vampire too now. When vampires form attachments.. real ones.. they don't stay mild or manageable. They escalate. Always. Every emotion will reach its absolute peak.]
