[@CriticalHit][@DriveEMOut][@Always][@Lady Athena][@cloudystar]

Valerian grimaced as he watched vampires becomes nothing after being shot by a single bolt. Whilst he knew they would have done the same to him if they could of, the thought of doing that to another living being did not settle well with him. Maybe they'd reform, he'd though, but then he'd always respond with the fact that the entire concept of a vampire was that of a leech-like parasitic being that sustained themselves off of humans. But seeing Aya had changed this. She had been forced into being a vampire; it wasn't her choice. She had been made into a parasite - taking her as an example, they couldn't help it. Yet there still stood a certain animosity towards vampires - an innate dislike, as if they had wronged him in a way. In truth, the only way he could think that they had wronged him directly was through Aya. Even so, that wasn't him, and she still lived, even if a vampire. 

He shook off the thoughts are continued covering the team as they made their way to the sewers.

[color=ed145b][i]You're always so quiet in your thoughts, Val.[/i][/color]

How wrong she was.

[color=8882be][i]I don't have much to think about. Just killing vampires.[/i][/color]

It had taken a matter of seconds to shield his thoughts from Lyn upon meeting - he had immediately suspected she could not be trusted. The skills in mindfulness he had learnt to cope with Aya's death had taught him how to focus and how to move on. Invaluable in protecting his true thoughts from the Hīragi he had been assigned to.

[color=8882be]"We should hurry this up, guys. We don't have all day."[/color] With that, he cloaked himself using Lyn's ability, and headed down to regroup near the entrance to the sewer. He would fight melee if he had to.