Astron leaned back slightly on the mana-infused bench, his gaze steady as he absorbed Maya's words. His thoughts turned inward, piecing together the observations and theories he had been cultivating for some time.
"This aligns with what I suspected," he said, his voice calm but with an undertone of quiet satisfaction. "Your inconsistencies—the way you suppress yourself but occasionally lose control—always pointed to something deeper. A psyche tied to your vampiric nature, one you've been subconsciously suppressing."
Maya studied him, her expression unreadable but her hazel eyes gleaming with curiosity and a hint of unease. "You've been thinking about this for a while, haven't you?"
