He tries to take in everything Alfred has to say -- the young vampire is, after all, a telepath. A little different from the way Georg is, but he is able to read people so well. Even without his powers, perhaps.
And it hurts to hear, though he knows it's true. That he does this to himself. Hides himself away, paints over himself, as Alfred put it, to try and hide what he is from the world. Because he hates how lonely he is. Hates that he's convinced himself that he deserves this loneliness. That he must earn companionship somehow.
Hates that he doesn't know how to change.
"I'm... afraid, Alfred," he admits, his voice cracking at the edges. "Afraid I've been lost so long I don't know how to be found."
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Date: 2022-02-14 05:20 am (UTC)And it hurts to hear, though he knows it's true. That he does this to himself. Hides himself away, paints over himself, as Alfred put it, to try and hide what he is from the world. Because he hates how lonely he is. Hates that he's convinced himself that he deserves this loneliness. That he must earn companionship somehow.
Hates that he doesn't know how to change.
"I'm... afraid, Alfred," he admits, his voice cracking at the edges. "Afraid I've been lost so long I don't know how to be found."