And your emotions make me feel calm and loved. It's like drinking a vial that lets you relive one of the best feelings you've ever felt, even if it's only a dulled replica. It's cruel, in a way, that my emotions make you feel so terrible, when yours give me a sense of peace, a calm and confident center that is already fighting a losing battle against my own fears and doubts. I do not hate you so much now, so I hope the next one isn't so terrible for you. Contrary to the media's depiction of me, I don't like to torture anyone.
Erik's thoughts were broken as Joseph spoke to him.
“When I return, I will bring back your breakfast and bring you some new clothes. Is there anything in particular you would like?” the head servant asked, meeting the eyes of the captive rebel leader.
“Nah, I don't care what I wear really, so long as I don't look like a damned slave - “ he stopped himself, “Sorry, that was rude of me.” But he did need to continue. “And just give me whatever everyone else is having, I'm not picky. You don't get to be picky in the Resistance. I... I do have one request though. I'd like a notebook and a pen. I know you won't give me a computer to type on, but just a notebook to write down what's going on in my head. I'm going stir crazy, and I need something to do,” Erik admitted, meeting Joseph's eyes, a part of him irrationally afraid that the elder vampire would refuse the request.
“Of course. That's easily done, I'll bring it up with your breakfast,” Joseph replied easily.
“Thank you, Joseph,” the trapped rebel replied, resisting the urge to hug the slave again.
When Alexi stepped out, Erik greeted him again. “You're right. It's probably best that we take this slowly. I'm still not terribly eager to share souls with a madman who kidnaps criminals,” he joked, smirking at the human. “Have a lovely day. I'll still be here when you get home, as you well know."
Joseph smiled vaguely and took his master's arm, gently leading him out the door and downstairs to meet his brother.