The trace of what is inside me rejects life itself, Dorian. It is a curse engineered to wear away at human life. In regards to what it feels like, what it is? I suppose you would have to test that for yourself. You may taste a drop of my blood, and see what happens—if anything at all. I would leave that to you.
[There's no accounting for personal variation. Just because his blood magic now twists towards cursing, that doesn't mean every individual coming into contact with his blood would suffer—the effects, if any, are unpredictable.]
As for how I am still walking, I truly cannot answer that myself. It simply is, and I remain alive. It will not spread to those around me and it is my personal trouble, my private suffering, so I would hope you do not share this, but rather keep it to yourself.
But yes, Dorian Gray, I am offering you blood that has come into contact with the Holy Grail, the "Void" of one world, for your information on the Void. What do you say?
[Silence crackles over their devices. A low murmur of city streets carries through, the sounds of life and movement muffled by the window. But Dorian says nothing.
Then:]
You clearly need more practice trading on the underground. I'll need to sample the goods before I agree to a deal.
Come to dinner with me tonight. We'll see if you're offering the good stuff.
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What contaminated him contaminated me, because of our link. Mere human beings are not Servants, so a bit of the contents still mixes with my blood.
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And how are you still walking around with it?
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[There's no accounting for personal variation. Just because his blood magic now twists towards cursing, that doesn't mean every individual coming into contact with his blood would suffer—the effects, if any, are unpredictable.]
As for how I am still walking, I truly cannot answer that myself. It simply is, and I remain alive. It will not spread to those around me and it is my personal trouble, my private suffering, so I would hope you do not share this, but rather keep it to yourself.
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Then:]
You clearly need more practice trading on the underground. I'll need to sample the goods before I agree to a deal.
Come to dinner with me tonight. We'll see if you're offering the good stuff.
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[Claim what you will, Dorian Gray.]
Give me a place, and a time. As you know, I will be there. [If he picks someplace easy for him to teleport to...]
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I'll supply the knives.
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