She turned to look at him. "It's the right thing to do."
And there weren't thoughts to accompany what she said so much as...feelings. Diana was a person utterly consumed with doing the right thing. For over two hundred years she'd obsessed about it, to the point where it was an urge inseparable from the rest of her personality. It was the driving force behind everything she did, ultimately. Even if competing instincts, such as the desire for sex or affection or blood, sometimes got in the way.
With that, she led him up the stairs to the little kitchen and office space above the fire trucks. It had the look of a used, worn-out dorm lounge. It was where she and her family basically existed for one another, in the in-between times when none of them were running around like the maniacs they were.
"Jack's great," she said, pushing open the door to his office. "We met years ago when he pulled me out of a burning building, cliched as that sounds."
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And there weren't thoughts to accompany what she said so much as...feelings. Diana was a person utterly consumed with doing the right thing. For over two hundred years she'd obsessed about it, to the point where it was an urge inseparable from the rest of her personality. It was the driving force behind everything she did, ultimately. Even if competing instincts, such as the desire for sex or affection or blood, sometimes got in the way.
With that, she led him up the stairs to the little kitchen and office space above the fire trucks. It had the look of a used, worn-out dorm lounge. It was where she and her family basically existed for one another, in the in-between times when none of them were running around like the maniacs they were.
"Jack's great," she said, pushing open the door to his office. "We met years ago when he pulled me out of a burning building, cliched as that sounds."
God was he lucky I didn't bite him that night.