Wulfric chuckled smugly, seeing that the proxy was much younger than he'd predicted and - most likely - oblivious of its arrogance. "What do you take me as, kid? A knight in shining armour? A sheltered wide-eyed idealist who wants the world to be a gentle place of love and peace? I am a two hundred year old vampire. I have killed over five hundred humans in slow, painful ways just to sustain my own existence. I don't claim the high ground. I'm not without sin. But there is something real, something pragmatic that is different between the people that I hunt and myself." Having stated that, Wulfric took a step back and regarded the proxy with seriousness. "I don't fool myself that collateral damage is without consequence. I don't fool myself that people are worthless. And because of that, I can't, with peace of heart and mind, let the issue slide. There are people out there that make the world worse off by completely unnecessary actions, and I don't have to be a moral ground-hog to wish them dead - but merely a utilitarian. As for your recent murder in self defense - you can easily see why that doesn't bother me."
Wulfric's rant was interrupted by a torrent of combined fear and emptiness coming from the emergency exit. Glancing down, he saw the ascent of a hooded girl, one of her eyes torn off, replaced with the face of a clock. She was, most likely, the killer he'd been after. But... why was she advancing towards him? Clearly she didn't think she could stand a chance in a fight - the waves of fear and insecurity emanating from her showed that much. Maybe she thought that trying to talk him out of the hunt was more conducive for survival than further hiding away?
Then, after getting on the rooftop, she spoke, trying to keep her cool while her insides were the equivalent of an emotional maelstrom. Her words, paired with the flurry and complexity of her emotions, stunned Wulfric in place for a second. "You're not a psychopath." he whispered, as if to himself. But he couldn't be sure. With those people, you could never be sure. However, Wulfric would be the last to give the death sentence to someone who could still be rehabilitated, doing such a thing would be against everything he believed in. "Why? That man had a family. Parents, siblings, maybe even a spouse. And let me tell you something - I am an Empath. I am able to feel the emotions of others while alive and shortly after death. I know how he felt in his final moments. Why was killing him wrong? Why was it not worth mere bloodlust? I'll just transfer to you what he lived through, because of your actions, and maybe then you will understand - both why I've been on your tracks, and why, even if I do deem you worth saving, you have to make self-control a priority on the short term." Saying this, the vampire gazed her straight in her only eye, and transferred her victim's agony into her mind. In all fairness, Wulfric was not sure what to expect out of doing this, but if it shocked her, then she was worth saving.
