Hope was well aware of what a vampire could do when the blood lust was on them. When feeding wasn't about survival, but pain and suffering and death just for its own sake. She also knew that there could be humanity, however deep down inside it might be. Not always, but in her experience and knowledge, it was more likely than most thought, for even the worst. His story moved her, as did his tears, and even though she didn't want to, by the end of his story her eyes were brighter with unshed tears.
"That's alright." She cleared her throat and got back to the heart of it. "I'm glad you did. You have a different plan for here, I'm assuming?" No one had complained of people going missing, or turning in drained. He'd had plenty of opportunities. But survival could mean either way, once he got hungry enough.