Silvette stared at her hands, the firefly-like dots disappearing upon touching her skin.
Perplexed and blank, her purple eyes were filled with confusion.
"Ralph, do you intend to transfer this power to me?"
"It's not 'transfer,' it's 'returning' it to you."
"I don't understand." Silvette clutched her head, pain converging in the girl's mind, torment tearing at her consciousness, just as Loshutar was falling apart.
"I never expected to awaken you easily," Ralph sighed with a feeling that was close to an 'I knew you wouldn't get it,' patting Silvette's elm-wood head.
Ralph spat out a series of questions.
"Would the Loshutar Family allow their bloodline to choose their own way of living? To live among the lowly as a human, sharing their life with said rabble?"
"Would they ignore you, let your hatred for vampires grow unchecked, making you the key to cursing the Loshutar lineage?"
"Why would the monsters of Degonris coexist peacefully with you, a mere human?"
