For a long time, Jae doesn't respond. He has no idea how to. If anyone walks by, they'll be treated to the sight of a young man with silver hair, hunched over, elbows on his knees, staring intently at his CiD (clutched between his hands), unmoving. For some time.
There's a specific reason Ilde is telling him this. It's not just a PSA. That much he can tell. This horrible thing - he imagines being born with that kind of power and it makes him sick, sicker than thinking about vampires - that exists in someone that mean-spirited (he can tell, and maybe that's unkind and uncharitable of Jae but he doesn't care). But that last part of her message - how the hell is he supposed to proceed with it? He can't. Just sit here while she's hurting. She went back home. She went home. Not back to London or playing her cello, she went back - there.
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There's a specific reason Ilde is telling him this. It's not just a PSA. That much he can tell. This horrible thing - he imagines being born with that kind of power and it makes him sick, sicker than thinking about vampires - that exists in someone that mean-spirited (he can tell, and maybe that's unkind and uncharitable of Jae but he doesn't care). But that last part of her message - how the hell is he supposed to proceed with it? He can't. Just sit here while she's hurting. She went back home. She went home. Not back to London or playing her cello, she went back - there.
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