oh, my heart, it became so hardened / open, mutation

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There was no question as to what Bast was going to do. Margy was struggling, and while he didn't think that it was that big of a fucking deal, he understood why someone might be upset about such a development. He could understand feeling like a goddamn degenerate for something that you couldn't control. Bastille had to live with the knowledge that he was damned from birth because of the shitty ass souls he'd been given; the turmoil rolling off of Margy felt like a similar darkness.

The second the words were out of her mouth, Bast was inspecting his forearm and picking out where he was going to make a cut. He was not quite familiar with vampires in this lifetime, but he found that as he dug a claw into his flesh that there was a memory there, swimming to the surface. Echo, he would have thought, but no -- it was Zaniel. It was a brief, fleeting impression -- the haze of alcohol in his veins, the laughter and noise of a party as he offered his blood up for the pretty vampire across from him -- and gone almost immediately as Bast tore his skin open with swift, clean cut. It stung a bit as fresh air hit, but the corporal looked unbothered as he looked back up at the others, tuning in to the end of Eternal's offer. Oops.

Oh well. Bastille cared less for his own well-being than for Eternal's, so he'd rather risk himself, anyway. Besides -- it wasn't like he couldn't get Margy off of him if he needed to.