"Almost certainly," Satoru replies glibly. "You're in a castle full of carnivores, and you're made of meat. Tears might dissuade some of them, though!"
Still, he remembers being a novice and hearing some of the others cry through the walls. Satoru hadn't bothered. Why waste energy on tears when it could be used to fuel his ambitions?
It doesn't take them long to get to the novice rooms; there's some nervous looking newbies hovering around, exploring the rooms, and Satoru leads Alice to one in particular. It's not a huge room -- none of them are -- but it does have multiple windows overlooking the forest and horizon beyond.
He gestures triumphantly. "The window will be a nuisance when you start to turn more and more into a vampire," he says cheerfully, "but until then, a view!"
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Still, he remembers being a novice and hearing some of the others cry through the walls. Satoru hadn't bothered. Why waste energy on tears when it could be used to fuel his ambitions?
It doesn't take them long to get to the novice rooms; there's some nervous looking newbies hovering around, exploring the rooms, and Satoru leads Alice to one in particular. It's not a huge room -- none of them are -- but it does have multiple windows overlooking the forest and horizon beyond.
He gestures triumphantly. "The window will be a nuisance when you start to turn more and more into a vampire," he says cheerfully, "but until then, a view!"