[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		     nodded to himself as Harold stated plainly that it was quite safe. After all, he’d laid it out, they’d done considerable research before the experiment that had yielded him and Torquil. The only thing that contradicted that fact was the almost silent reminder in the back of his mind that of the almost four dozen participants, only three had awoken…and of those three only two had survived the paleblood infusion–himself included.

Still, not even a shred of unease whispered through his conscious mind, the root of that emotion dying almost before it could even begin to reach his subconscious. However, as Ophelia spoke up and openly contradicted Harold, practically saying that he knew nothing–or at best, far less–than he claimed…Farren found himself not merely bothered, but actively vexed. His gaze sharpened–though an uncharacteristic dullness remained in his irises, as if they’d been robbed of their true vibrance. His jaw clenched and the faint smile on his lips flattened, then turned slightly down as his brows creased inwards slightly.

He took a step forward–towards Ophelia–almost as if he were going to interpose himself between the Vicar and her, but he stopped. Farren wasn’t even sure why, but something made him falter before taking a second step. The look of near-disgusted anger on his face shifted to one of first confusion, and then frustration. Farren wet his lips, his gaze flitting from the Vicar to Ophelia before he forced himself to relax. He wouldn’t know it, but it would be far easier than it ought to have been, the insidious force affecting him such that the calm rose back from deeper in his mind as if it were part of him. As if it were natural.

Yet…something was. No, they were safe here. The White Church Workshop had always been a sanctuary, and where was safer than with the Vicar himself? Perhaps the only way they might be in less danger would be with Dietrich as well or with Yharnam many…many miles behind them.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Surely…the Vicar and his compatriots had already found means to test the blood’s effects prior?”[/b][/color] He said, but he sounded…just a bit less sure, the last word angling up in question. It was the most unsure Ophelia would have ever seen him….

It didn’t suit him in the least.