“What were the consequences?”
“I’m a pariah. I’m not welcome into any Bloodborn company, yet I bleed from every orifice if the sun touches me. I am hated simply because I didn’t know. If I had known, I would have figured out a way to be murdered rather than to have done it myself.”
“And you have no other differences, besides your eyes, to Bloodborns?”
He shook his head. “Only the eyes. Oh, and we can’t sire children. That was a gift only the Bloodborns have. Not that I wanted any, but I know many a Bloodshed who have mourned for children they cannot bear.”
Interesting.
Did I want children?
Not really.
“Is it still worth it to you? To create a Bloodshed lover, knowing all that she will endure for eternity?” Xerxes asked me.
I licked my lips.
Good question.
