"I wouldn't be any less hunted than you would be," Minerva said sadly. "There's going to come a time where I will have to kill out of need - and you can't even think about me drinking blood, can you? Could you even watch me do that? What if I go after you, Atlas? What would you do?"
Tired, she sat on the chair in her room and flicked more ash from her cigarette.
"Atlas, I told you I don't want a relationship. It's bad enough I'm going to have to watch everyone around me grow old and die."