[Tobias swallows to suppress his anxiety and the tingling urge to end his victim's life—there's no point so long as the young woman is around. Despite having fed, he's tired and really starting to feel the after effects of the beatdown earlier. And even if he weren't, he can acknowledge she knows more about this situation than he does; if she wants to tend to the victim, then so be it.
So far as he knows, though, medical treatment won't do his victim any good. Once he discovers what he's become, he'll need to learn to feed, need training to hunt. Without those things, he'll probably die, if not take his own life.]
All right. I'm... I'm sorry. About all this.
[Feeling exasperated and pretty embarrassed about how messy the situation had turned out, Tobias steps through the portal to find himself in a living room. The place looks lived in, the decor can easily be described as... well, girly, to say the least. Glancing about, he decides no one is home for the time being. He supposes he should find the 'synthetics', wherever they are, because he, for one, as much as possible doesn't want anyone else picking up on what he is. No matter how obvious it might be.]
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So far as he knows, though, medical treatment won't do his victim any good. Once he discovers what he's become, he'll need to learn to feed, need training to hunt. Without those things, he'll probably die, if not take his own life.]
All right. I'm... I'm sorry. About all this.
[Feeling exasperated and pretty embarrassed about how messy the situation had turned out, Tobias steps through the portal to find himself in a living room. The place looks lived in, the decor can easily be described as... well, girly, to say the least. Glancing about, he decides no one is home for the time being. He supposes he should find the 'synthetics', wherever they are, because he, for one, as much as possible doesn't want anyone else picking up on what he is.
No matter how obvious it might be.]