"Just because you drink blood doesn't make you a monster, John. It's hard to convince yourself that you're not, that you're just a creature that has to survive. But that doesn't mean that for what you are, you have to be considered anything other than normal." It was good to know that John wasn't out for all of the blood in the City. Eric didn't hunt, he refused to. He could sustain without blood for a long while, and when the urge came he satiated it with blood bags. He preferred it fresh but he wouldn't kill for it. He would go without.
"You aren't evil. Neither am I. We just are what we are and that's all we can be. We are what we make ourselves, and I'm glad that you don't feel like you have to be what everyone thinks you are. I've seen a lot of different kinds of people, ones like you and other types, and it's refreshing when one isn't living the life that they think they're bound to."
Eric's heart raced a bit. He was enjoying John's company a great deal and he was had that the other man had found him again. He hoped John would keep coming back, too.