Every person with the Sight saw the world in a different way. No two descriptions from what he had learned were ever the same, but to run into another who had the gift was always a strange moment of realization. They were all strange colourful creatures in a sea of muted tones. "So you use to be like me..." He said offhandedly. "Do you even keep the... gift after you are turned?" Levi was more than curious now as why that would be a reason to be targeted by a vampire, other than to know a supernatural by looking at them tended to cause trouble for everyone.
"My people?" He questioned, confused, still thinking about others with the Sight. "You mean Hunters? You should be afraid, your kind kills, we fight back. You cannot tell me that you have eaten and yet have not injured someone else to eat. Your kind needs blood to survive."