"Oh. Oh yes, that's right. You forgave me. AFTER I SWORE I WOULDN'T DO IT AGAIN! And does this mean you were lying when you said you didn't need to feed? It's obviously not quite like food, if you can live without it, is it? What is it then...more of a lust? So I must control my lusts, but you don't need to control yours?! Please explain to me how that's fair!" He fell onto the bed, now, squeezing his eyes shut to try and blink back tears and letting out a long, shaky breath.
"I would have been fine with you feeding on whoever you wanted. Sleeping with whoever you wanted. Loving whoever you wanted. I automatically assumed that we weren't tied to each other. It was you that wanted commitment, you that got angry at me, almost killed me over it. I wouldn't have voiced a problem with this, if you hadn't made it so abundantly clear what you wanted, and made me seem like the one in the wrong. You let me be confused and scared when you did something just as bad!" The telepath clenched his jaw, trying to gather his thoughts and failing pathetically.
"You mentioned that I was jealous, but I'm not jealous. I'm angry, I'm betrayed! I'm not mad about you feeding. I'm mad about you holding yourself to different standards than me! So if you want to feed, feed. But to then go and make me feel guilty for doing something when I had no knowledge that you didn't want me to...it's disgusting!" And then, his head snapped in Armand's direction.
"Maybe you should kill me. It'd fix a lot of problems, wouldn't it? The confusion would be completely gone! You'd be a vampire, and I'd just be one of your victims. None of this falling in love bullshit. Just death. I think that might be nice."