"A choice between the mind a choice between the heart should be left to the one that holds them both."
Snow watched as the pure-blood rose from his slumber and moved around in the shared room of Asuka and Haruka. His eyes never left the pure-blood, instead, opting to study his movements and his gait. He seemed to have regained his composure and his strength. Thief, Snow wanted to state, but knew it wouldn't be proper. After all, it was Asuka who offered him the blood in the first place. He merely nodded to acknowledge the pure-bloods gesture before ruffling his feathers. He appeared like a white cotton ball now as he closed his eyes. He didn't need to see whatever decision Asuka would make with the silver-haired male.
Asuka's thoughts were interrupted by the shifting of a body through her room. She knew it was Zenith, walking to give Haruka back the comforter that had been placed on him during the night before returning to her side of the bed. She kept her arm against her forehead when he greeted her, removing it only when he spoke of drinking something. She glanced at him, his expression unreadable as she sat up slowly in her bed. She could see the contents of the cup and hesitantly, she took it from his grasp. She glanced over towards the opposite side of the room, sighing with relief that Haruka was still asleep. She returned her gaze to Zenith before peering down at the blood-filled cup. A frown marred her face as he continued to speak.
"That," she paused, placing both hands on the cup as she closed her eyes. "won't be necessary," she continued, placing the cup to the side of her bed stand. Her body may have lost a lot of blood, but it only felt as if she had donated it. With some solid food and a few more hours of rest, she would be fine. At least, she hoped she would. She could feel Snow pecking at the barrier she pulled up, trying to tell her not to be an idiot. Drink the blood, she mocked to herself in Snow's voice as a light smile pulled at her lips. She had kept her gaze on her hands folded in front of her as Zenith continued to speak, causing the smile to once again be pulled into a frown.
"I...don't dislike what I am," she began, clutching the sheets a bit with her hands. "I dislike the fact that I can't be a whole. I am neither one or the other. I am like a shade of gray. I do not have a light, and I do not have a darkness," she stated. In a sense it was true. She had both worlds constantly at a battle inside of her and it felt as if she were in a neutral coloring. She couldn't have light in her because of her vampiric side, and she couldn't have dark because of her human side. She was what black and white created. She was gray. She almost wanted to laugh at his next choice of words. She would always be herself. It sounded like déjà vu. Sora had spoken almost the same words to her that night she bit Haruka. With that thought, she allowed herself to smile again. Her attention was captured when Zenith placed a hand on her head, almost in a comforting gesture. She tilted her head a bit to stare at the pure-blood, his eyes never betraying the stoic facade of his face. How could she find the good in the bad things?
"If someone were to say it were okay, then would it be honestly okay? What if someone told you that it was okay to take the life of another, that it was just you being yourself? That it was okay to sustain your life because the life you took from had no important significance to the world?" she found herself stating. She grasped the sheets tighter, her knuckles turning white in the process, however; her body calmed itself when he spoke the last of his words. A light laugh spilled softly into the room as she shook her head. "You have an odd look on life Rosenkreuz," she stated as she glanced at the pure-blood. She offered a smile before she felt her eyes becoming heavy.
"Thank you, Zenith," she stated as the lull of sleep became a bit stronger. "You," she began as her vision began to blur, "should...try," her words were coming out half slurred as the person in front of her became nothing but an image colliding with other colors. "smiling more," she concluded before she lost her vision and fell to the lull of sleep.
Perhaps she should have taken the stupid drink on her nightstand.