And nah, lad, no such luck. We didn't get catered to, we got hunted. Most times I just got meself some donor blood, failin' that, wildlife would do in a pinch. Doesn't have to be human to keep us goin'.
Nothin' like that. Got bit by some crazy hag, she got shot 'fore she could finish me off, and I fell in a river. Woke up later confused as shite. Not really all that excitin', I'm afraid, lad.
[And yet Tate is one of the few to hear the tale. Reminiscing about the past isn't really a thing Cass does.]
[Another swig of his drink, and then a vaguely impressed sort of nod.]
Good guess there, lad.
[And for a moment his eyes flicker upwards as he tries to dredge some old ass memories from the back of his mind. He can math.]
Nineteeeen... twenty seven. Yeah. Was thirty by then, good age to get bit, I reckon. Can you imagine lookin' under twenty one for an eternity? Christ, it'd make life a pain in the arse.
[Yup, who on earth would wanna spend a long ass time stuck as a teen? Truly the worst.]
Left it behind. Everyone thought I was dead anyway.
[Verging on melancholy, but they're some old ass memories that he's had time to come to terms with. Sort of. As well as an emotional boi like him can.]
Got on a boat to America, starry eyed at the Statue of Liberty, the usual old Irish immigrant shite.
Right?! Fresh start, just like this place. Not everyone gets a chance to start over, but I had bloody hundreds of chances. Should consider meself lucky.
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[Very informative, there.]
And nah, lad, no such luck. We didn't get catered to, we got hunted. Most times I just got meself some donor blood, failin' that, wildlife would do in a pinch. Doesn't have to be human to keep us goin'.
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[And yet Tate is one of the few to hear the tale. Reminiscing about the past isn't really a thing Cass does.]
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Good guess there, lad.
[And for a moment his eyes flicker upwards as he tries to dredge some old ass memories from the back of his mind. He can math.]
Nineteeeen... twenty seven. Yeah. Was thirty by then, good age to get bit, I reckon. Can you imagine lookin' under twenty one for an eternity? Christ, it'd make life a pain in the arse.
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Left it behind. Everyone thought I was dead anyway.
[Verging on melancholy, but they're some old ass memories that he's had time to come to terms with. Sort of. As well as an emotional boi like him can.]
Got on a boat to America, starry eyed at the Statue of Liberty, the usual old Irish immigrant shite.
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