Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
Malakai sighed, hating the resigned look on Gatlin's face. "There are..." His lips pursed. "All sorts of being, here. Witches, gods- someone must have some easier answer." It wasn't that he didn't want to help Gatlin, or that he really saw a problem with the exchange as it was. But he knew they wouldn't last long, if they continued to share blood so frequently. It was letting the boy too close, he could feel his judgment clouding. He didn't know what would happen, if he became too invested in it all.