"I can see it being a good survival instinct, when you have to feed on people to live yourself and the control to be safe and careful aren't there. But yeah. That depth of apathy and loss of... color. Not good for humans, and we don't fall to quite the same depths as vampires - washed out gray, not absolute black. Maybe it's compensation for not rising quite as high. I don't know." He shrugged, without removing his hands from his pockets. "I do know I'd rather be screaming in pain than numb."

And he'd done both. The conversation was a good reminder of telling Gwen that thinking he might really did was when he'd felt the most alive. There was a lot of truth in that.