>>5232437>>5232432>>5232403>>5232399>She did what she thought was best.>Ask about Morne.>Ask about her father.“You did what you thought was best.” You attempt to reassure her; the dhampir's eyes only grow more heavy. “I suppose the same of Ingrid was true of Morne, no? He came to you for immortality?”
“Yes, but not for him.” Her voice grows weak. “Morne went to Ingrid first, a last resort to save his daughter. But her disease was of the blood, and it was such that it would gnaw at her whether she was man, undead, or beast–there was no escape from it. So my sister told him of true immortality. And then he came to me, and begged on his knees for me to lead him to it.”
“And I presume you didn’t.” You continue for her.
“No.” Ava cannot look you in the eyes. “But he persisted. We argued. I grew upset. I.. I asked him how it mattered whether his daughter lived or not, when she would die a mere seventy years later. And he attacked me. Before he left, he told me he would find it on his own. And he would be after me next if he didn’t find it in time.”
“...” You’re unsure of how to respond to that. “..I suppose your father told you about it.”
“My father swore me to secrecy.” She speaks quietly. “That it was my responsibility to bear because I would outlive my siblings by a measure of many thousands of years. He gave me the duty of protecting immortality, ensuring no one could attain or know of it. And I thought that best, too. But it’s too late for that now.”
The dhampir’s voice breaks. “What am I supposed to do? My little brothers and sisters come to me begging for my help and I have to look them in the eyes and tell them I intend to let them die?”
>Attempt to reassure her the best you can.>Let her be for now.>Write-In. 