Xander warned him. He knew he was under threat of a time limit, but before it was an undefined limit. Now he knows exactly how long he has, and he knows if he hides this, he will be under suspicion even if no one dies.
He opens the letter anyway, wanting to confirm that what's written there is, indeed, what he fears.
Soma Cruz is the reincarnation of Vlad Dracula Tepes, the Dark Lord of vampires, and is himself slowly becoming a vampire because of it.
It's all there, black and white, as he knew it would be. His eyes dart to Clarith-- god, she looks as terrified as he feels-- then to Church. What would the man think of him now? He can't ask Clarith for support when she's like this, he can't offer her the support he wants to when internally he's freaking out... what can he do?
Maybe there's one person he can ask....]
Heart...? [His voice sounds weak, the hand holding his letter hanging limply at his side.] I... I need your help....
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Xander warned him. He knew he was under threat of a time limit, but before it was an undefined limit. Now he knows exactly how long he has, and he knows if he hides this, he will be under suspicion even if no one dies.
He opens the letter anyway, wanting to confirm that what's written there is, indeed, what he fears.
Soma Cruz is the reincarnation of Vlad Dracula Tepes, the Dark Lord of vampires, and is himself slowly becoming a vampire because of it.
It's all there, black and white, as he knew it would be. His eyes dart to Clarith-- god, she looks as terrified as he feels-- then to Church. What would the man think of him now? He can't ask Clarith for support when she's like this, he can't offer her the support he wants to when internally he's freaking out... what can he do?
Maybe there's one person he can ask....]
Heart...? [His voice sounds weak, the hand holding his letter hanging limply at his side.] I... I need your help....