[There's no additional response from the dhampir. He only closes his eyes, and where there was once a man there is now a small bat. A very pale one, that soon finds it's way into Trevor's sleeve. It's weird little wings latch onto the fabric, and a soft squeak sounds to make it clear that he's ready to go.
He can sense others. It'll be easy. Easiest part of all of this.]
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He can sense others. It'll be easy. Easiest part of all of this.]