[ He doesn't sound entirely certain about that, but he looks up. He's noticed the tears by now, but he doesn't know why they're happening or how to make them stop. They keep falling, and somewhere behind them in the room, soft footsteps shuffle about. Cloth drags along the floor. ]
I know what's in there. And I think I know what I am. I don't know the word for it, but I know-
Moroi. [ The voice is sharp and weary, but not angry. Warm in the way that spent coals are warm. Behind Trevor stands the speaker, delicate and fleshy. ]
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[ He doesn't sound entirely certain about that, but he looks up. He's noticed the tears by now, but he doesn't know why they're happening or how to make them stop. They keep falling, and somewhere behind them in the room, soft footsteps shuffle about. Cloth drags along the floor. ]
I know what's in there. And I think I know what I am. I don't know the word for it, but I know-
Moroi. [ The voice is sharp and weary, but not angry. Warm in the way that spent coals are warm. Behind Trevor stands the speaker, delicate and fleshy. ]