"I'd go back to being human. You know, if that was an option."He'd liked being human, even if it meant growing old like everyone else. All the things he used to think were gross a few years ago, age and impotence and death, all that shit. Now he'd trade every single cell of his blood to even have any of those in the future.
His words had Roman pausing, frowning down at the table a moment before shaking his head. "That's your idea, man. You came here with family and shit."He had no one. Not that he particularly wanted anyone here with what he was now. Smelling like food to him, which was dangerous in itself really. Moving, he smacked the puck finally back toward him, though his gaze remained dark.