And for you, it may have been better to have died in that war, Crowley thought in a corner of his mind, but didn’t voice it.
Instead, he asked, “What are you doing?”
“Eating,” Nald answered.
“What you’re eating is a human.”
“Yeah. I’m drinking the blood.”
“Why? There are plenty of other things to eat. Your family is a prosperous one. You don’t have to worry about starving.”
Nald laughed. “Are you going to call me a madman, too?”
“I didn’t call you that. I’m just asking: why are you drinking blood?”
“Because it will make me immortal.”
“Drinking blood can’t grant immortality.”
“Can’t it now?”
“It can’t.”
“But I’ve seen it with my own eyes. In that war. I’ve seen a monster that wrecked people like they were toys and drank their blood.”