[ he doesn't answer, at least not to any of dan's many demands and questions, not at once. he sees no reason to acquiesce, considering the potential of the boy's ambitions and falsity. instead, he weaves his fingers together, rests his elbows at his knees. ] I could take away your memories. You could live a solitary life in this little hut worrying about naught but your impotence, none the wiser about your new friends. You could be a blank slate. Utterly useless and free. Some might plead it's a merciful fate. [ many would beg for it, would cry and plead. many would fall to their knees and promise him whatever he'd like in exchange for their lives.

daniel humphrey took a stake and plunged it into his middle. his voice is light, casual, but there's a darkness to his eyes, a threat. ] The truth is I don't need you.