Strange, to be sure, even among their kind--that is to say, the gifted and the cursed--to find another being who literally could never go home again. Even those hedonistic old Vamps who couldn't operate a coffee maker usually still had some ruins to point to and claim. It was unusual to say the least. The closest modern day representation of such a phenomenon was Chernobyl, but so much of that still stood. Perhaps a couple hundred years untouched (or otherwise, smashed to oblivion) might bring it closer to that sort of lost city bleakness.
She was probably right about that. It hadn't been all bad, though he wasn't sure this pep talk was really making him want to go out and start tearing out jugulars, but still. It was comforting. "La Bella Luna," he said. "I don't appreciate her enough, I think."