Considering the honest answer. That he wouldn't mind seeing the vampires tear each other apart in their attempts to survive the millennium as a global unit. He has the bleak sense that he will survive it regardless—the growing army of fledglings reminds him more of infestation than invasion, and the blood has become dilute, weak, over the past century.
"My feelings are that the vampire is the anathema to order. We are, in all ways that matter, in opposition to all that matters to humanity. The coven, however flawed its foundations, its grasping superstitions, is a design to prevent us from over-making, over-feeding, over-stepping. Part of my duty as coven leader was cleaning up the weakest new ones within my territory, and sometimes beyond it. They were more common than the story we told you would have you imagine."
A splay of his hand. "Hatred, dissatisfaction. I find myself these days contemplating the reality that we shouldn't exist."
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Considering the honest answer. That he wouldn't mind seeing the vampires tear each other apart in their attempts to survive the millennium as a global unit. He has the bleak sense that he will survive it regardless—the growing army of fledglings reminds him more of infestation than invasion, and the blood has become dilute, weak, over the past century.
"My feelings are that the vampire is the anathema to order. We are, in all ways that matter, in opposition to all that matters to humanity. The coven, however flawed its foundations, its grasping superstitions, is a design to prevent us from over-making, over-feeding, over-stepping. Part of my duty as coven leader was cleaning up the weakest new ones within my territory, and sometimes beyond it. They were more common than the story we told you would have you imagine."
A splay of his hand. "Hatred, dissatisfaction. I find myself these days contemplating the reality that we shouldn't exist."
He still speaks calmly.