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Tristan took Roni's hand and examined it carefully, it was a simple break and it could easily be reset. He took a deep breath, and quickly pushed the bone back into her hand to cause no pain. He liked the wound and it began to heal quickly. He looked away from her when she mentioned his addiction. "It's an addiction, Isn't it. My uncle was addicted to painkillers after the Iraq...My dad weened him off of it slowly." She said softly.

"You need blood but you don't need it as often as you think." She said softly. "Maybe We can find away that you don't have to kill when you feed. Like how about, You drink just a little from me before you leave, then you'll be good enough to drink from other people without draining them?"She suggested.

"I mean, You brought me here for a reason. You wanted company, but I think you needed someone to help you and you just didn't realize it."

He released her hand quickly and stood up walking around the room and running his hands through his hair. " I wish it was as easy as all that I really do. But it's not, it a hunger. a thirst imagine a baking lay hot day and you have no water not even your own saliva to swallow. It starts to hurt, you get headaches your stomach starts to hurt and you slowly feel the need to kill. I've been alone and like this for over 200 years, I don't need someone to help me I just..." He paused to sink down into the chair his head in his hands " need someone" he added in a whisper.