A mix of both. Sometimes just emotions, sometimes it's like...snippets, the way you remember a dream when you wake up.

[ but not like this. Not clear and present and able to interfere.

Kira comes running over to him again, screaming at him once more, insisting that he fix the situation, if he's going to be a vampire, he should at least fix Zia.

There's nothing he can do. He reaches out to try and calm her down and all he manages to do is leave a trail of Zia's blood on the sleeve of her dress. ]

You have to run, kid. They'll be after you, next.

["They?" You did this. ]