[Gepard doesn't push too much about the acquisition of said illness-like condition, because, well... it would be a little hard to explain to him. Most people don't react too well to being told that a god-like being leveled its gaze upon him and bestowed him with a sliver of divinity, and divinity apparently comes with the added price tag of drinking blood. Sorry, Gepard, sainthood isn't all its cracked up to be.]
[Gepard continues to eat, to ruminate, to ask his questions. Sampo briefly considers dropping a bomb under the table as an exit strategy, because an unconscious guard captain can't ask uncomfortable questions, but that would probably ruin this whole thing that they've got going on, and he really needs a stable food source.]
There are other people who know, but I'd appreciate it if you don't ask too many questions about them. They help me out sometimes, and I don't want them catching any heat for it.
[Natasha, specifically-- she's got enough on her plate without having any guardsmen poke around because she sometimes gives blood to a hungry man. Sampo suspects that Seele has noticed that he's strange, though he's not sure if she's caught on to exactly how, but she still works with him. So either she's aware and has decided that his services are useful enough to excuse it, or she's unaware but still has decided that his services are useful enough to not look further into it.]
I've stayed hidden because the only other people who know are people who won't rat me out to the guard. They're good folks!
[And that whole thing about how he goes about getting his food helps. People are way more sympathetic about his unfortunate dietary restrictions because he's about as close to non-violent as you can get with his issues-- nonlethal, eating as infrequently as possible, taking blood bags over fresh whenever possible. It bought him goodwill with Natasha, and that was a valuable connection to make.]
[He sometimes misses the Tavern, how easy it was to have a meal whenever he wanted it. He is an Emanator of their Aeon, and to be a meal for him was a joy and an honor; he barely even had to ask. And if you were going to be a meal for any of Aha's chosen, he's the better one, anyway-- the one that wouldn't leave you an inch from death. But here he is, having to make deals with guard captains to have a regular blood donor. How the mighty have fallen, or something like that.]
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[Gepard continues to eat, to ruminate, to ask his questions. Sampo briefly considers dropping a bomb under the table as an exit strategy, because an unconscious guard captain can't ask uncomfortable questions, but that would probably ruin this whole thing that they've got going on, and he really needs a stable food source.]
There are other people who know, but I'd appreciate it if you don't ask too many questions about them. They help me out sometimes, and I don't want them catching any heat for it.
[Natasha, specifically-- she's got enough on her plate without having any guardsmen poke around because she sometimes gives blood to a hungry man. Sampo suspects that Seele has noticed that he's strange, though he's not sure if she's caught on to exactly how, but she still works with him. So either she's aware and has decided that his services are useful enough to excuse it, or she's unaware but still has decided that his services are useful enough to not look further into it.]
I've stayed hidden because the only other people who know are people who won't rat me out to the guard. They're good folks!
[And that whole thing about how he goes about getting his food helps. People are way more sympathetic about his unfortunate dietary restrictions because he's about as close to non-violent as you can get with his issues-- nonlethal, eating as infrequently as possible, taking blood bags over fresh whenever possible. It bought him goodwill with Natasha, and that was a valuable connection to make.]
[He sometimes misses the Tavern, how easy it was to have a meal whenever he wanted it. He is an Emanator of their Aeon, and to be a meal for him was a joy and an honor; he barely even had to ask. And if you were going to be a meal for any of Aha's chosen, he's the better one, anyway-- the one that wouldn't leave you an inch from death. But here he is, having to make deals with guard captains to have a regular blood donor. How the mighty have fallen, or something like that.]