"No fucking way." He guessed he could sort of see it now, but he also still didn't really think Ash looked nearly thirty-eight. Either way, it was still over twice Kavinsky's age. "Because vampires are hot. Usually. It's the biting thing, but what's the point of writing about vampires if the biting's all tangled up in bullshit? Also it just is." Different, he meant.

EDM made him think of Ronan and- he sucked in a breath. He refused to do that right now, he refused to tumble down that rabbit hole when shit already felt fucked without reminding himself of Lynch. "Sounds pretty cool. I love music, and EDM's good for parties." A lot was good for parties, really.

He didn't know how he could be ready, really. Maybe if he'd been raised as a hitman or something, or forced into the family business like his father had tried to do. "That doesn't make me feel better." His tone wasn't accusatory, just...tired. "Is that better or worse? Would they have hated what they became, so it's like- some sort of fuckin' mercy to kill them? Or-" Or could there have been any chance to help, to make things better? He knew he had helped; he'd saved someone's life. But other lives had been ended, and he didn't think they'd 'deserved' it--there just hadn't been any other options.