I didn't count it. [ She grips his hand and helps him to his feet, feeling that telltale trickle of euphoria that happens with skin contact here. She spends most of her life touching someone else so she knows it well. ]

You can't think I'm any different. Drinking blood is just as destructive and addictive. The nature of my Chiropteran side is wild and demanding, a call that will always be tempting. I could easily lose myself in it, but I won't let that happen. I wouldn't call myself a hero, but nothing but a whirlwind of violence, that's not who I want to be, either.

[ The thing about heroes is that she respects them, but one could never be her equal. Even the ones that aren't too self-righteous would always look down on her dual nature. Someone with a similar duality to them, that's a much better scenario. ]

So I know it's not all of who you are.