Vol 7 Chapter 2: Night

At night, in a dark room.
"Are you worried about James?" Zac was on his upper bunk, lying on the edge of the bed and looking at Dell in the lower bunk.
Dell glanced up and put the small fluorescent flashlight in his mouth back to the pillow, closed his diary, and the weak "Can you see what I wrote?"
"The vampire lived in the darkness for a long, long ..." Not enough, Zac added another one, "for a long time."
Dell sighed, propped himself on the wall, and turned on the light.
Zac changed his posture and lay on the bed, missing his head outside. "When Benjamin told me that you have a habit of writing a diary, I still don't believe it."
"What? Does your werewolf brother know I write a diary?" Dell's face was still morbidly pale. "No, we have only seen it once."
"Oh." Zach gave Dell a "magic, just so magical" look, "He knows anyway, and then he told me."
Dale tucked the closed diary into the quilt and pulled himself by the edge of the quilt to cover himself. The position of the embryo was obliquely looking at the exposed head at the edge of the upper berth.
"No problem, just curiosity." Zac raised an eyebrow. "How can someone who does a job like yours have such, well, unprofessional habits." Meaning? A guy (Susan) who will destroy the dead after completing the commission, actually has the habit of writing all his psychological activities into a small book. Ha ha.
"This is still a problem."
"Okay, would you like to answer?" Zac was very persistent.
"It's just a habit, help me sort out my thinking." Very objective answer.
"That's it." Zac tilted his head. "Then expressing your concerns about James in the diary is to help you sort out your own ideas?"
"Uh, how much have you read?" No matter what the situation is, the diary is seen as a situation that is not very happy.
"The two pages you just wrote." Zac answered honestly, raising his eyebrows, "but thank you for your diary. I just learned the reason why James has been abnormal these days. I thought it was a more serious problem. . "
Dale arched twice in the quilt, and pushed the diary in front of his face, turning it over-the goods actually looked at what he had written.
It was fairly quick to read, "I wrote Wes in the car and told James that I was another Hank."
"Huh." Zack responded.
The diary was dragged back into the quilt again by Dell, covering it. "I don't understand your relationship with James." Dell said again, "He hates you, it's obvious. But at the same time, when he realized he would lose you, it became ..." Dell paused for a moment. , "It looks like this. I don't understand what's going on here."
"You don't understand? Didn't you just write it yourself? I've been playing James detective games with James this year." Zac actually laughed. "When I talk about playing, what I really mean is that I did All work. Running errands, popular science, negotiation, and when necessary ~ "
"Is it fun?" Dell asked such a question.
"Maybe ~" Zach said very realistically, "It's more fun than doing nothing in Grande, waiting for Zacary Grande's identity to expire ~"
Dell probably didn't anticipate such an answer and pouted, "This is the part I don't understand. You can do anything. If my understanding is correct, if you need a 'playmate', you have unlimited ways. For example ... … "Dell frowned," You can become a serial killer, or a conspiracy planner. As a detective who will definitely be in the police, James will still be your player. He will still hate You, this will not change. Then now he will not have such an incomprehensible contradiction. "
"Ha! Isn't this too boring." Zack is also too objective. "If human life is not so fragile, your suggestion may have some meaning."
Dell did not anticipate such an answer again, and he froze for a moment, "Is this a distorted version of 'the benevolence of the strong man'."-The vampire did not become a serial murderer just because it was too simple to kill people, so he chose Difficult characters, detective games.
Zac shook his head and smiled, "twisted? I thought it was universal values."
Think about it, Zac is right.
At least Dell is thinking, "Yes, you are right. This is the foundation of human civilization. You said that the integration of aliens into humans requires a part of the worldview to be the same as humans. I guess this is the same part as you and humans."
Zac continued to laugh, "And this is where humans are distinguished from wild animals ~" Although this way of speaking makes people uncomfortable, but to be honest.
The room was quiet for a while.
"Then I guess I don't need to care about James anymore. I don't like his contradiction with aliens. This is just a problem in his own head. He can't turn a corner. It's his business. I don't intend to be like him." Dell made a statement, which was quite unreasonable.
After Zac reacted for a while, he realized that this was-"That's why you are worried about James? Do you want to find out if you want to be like him?" Zac raised his eyebrows and bent his lips. "You are Looking for 'role model', Dell? "
Dell subconsciously resisted this statement, but he had to admit, "Yes, I'm in the" role model "." A glance at Zach, "I'm not the first human to walk into an alien life unintentionally. Sometimes, I have to fumble me How to deal with the problems encountered in my life, but this, interracial, I do n’t need it, I just need a role model, I just need to copy it.
The corner of my mouth twitched,
No more confusion, no more confusion, no I do n’t know what I ’m doing. It ’s easier to do what others have done.

I think it was Dell's psychological summary, confusion and confusion from the moment he knew the alien. To be more objective, Dell is good enough. At least he has been quietly following Zac, not doing anything stupid before he knows what he is doing.
Now, he was just tired of groping for himself, and wanted to find a shortcut.
Zac still laughed because it was so worthy of laughter, "And James is one of your" role models "? Are you serious?"
"Very serious." Dell's mouth continued to pull. As you all know, the way Zack speaks is really uncomfortable, "Do I have many options? I only know three people! James, Weiss, Hank." Dale frowned, "Hanke Knowing what you are right, so he is so sure that you will not always be in Grande. "
Oh! Poor Dell ...
"Yes."
"Awesome." Dell's side pressed the pillow. "So Hank just turned your destined departure into a grand exclusion of you. Now I feel like a fool!"
"Why?" Zac was really curious.
"I said to Hank that he is an old thing! Retirement should be a good thing for retirement! Just before I stupidly ran before you and decided to go west with you!" Come again ~ Poor Dell ~
"Oh, okay ~ you have one less option ~" Zac extended three fingers like a kindergarten student. "James, remove. Old Hank, remove. It looks like you have only Weiss left. ~ "We are talking about the example of" human beings who walk into alien life ", do n’t we ~
"Weiss." Dale was excited for a while, and recovered the calm, still embryonic position. "My diary hasn't written about Wes." Probably just expressing the discomfort that the diary was interrupted.
"I am more useful than your" Dear Diary "~"
We know the way Dell writes its diary. So this is just Zach telling Dell that if he needs a way to sort out his head, it is more useful for Zach to say than write.
Dale glanced at Zac with a smile on his face. "Don't you feel the weirdness of this situation. Do you understand that the object of my" how to get along with aliens "problem is you."
"Fact, but I'm not the only interracial ~" Listen to Zach's sophistry, "We are going to the Devil's Banquet, there are many vampires like me. The pattern is bigger, Dell, don't need to be specific to me. What you need to find is that in aliens, groups (emphasis), the way of being human is not just getting along with me. "
It makes sense to refute, this is how to get rid of targeting and improve the textbook-style skills of the problem-oriented-Zac is suddenly Dell's biggest problem, isn't it ~
"Hey ..." With a long sigh, Dell succumbed, "I don't know what happened to Wes, but this guy feels uncomfortable." To add, "but he is obviously not like James, he likes you . "
"I am very friendly with his personal affairs (cabinet). I helped him find his grandson who respects his elders. I even bought the same car from him. So, yeah, he should like me."
"Huh." First, Dell really didn't want to specifically ask what each of these things was. Second, "I'm not talking about interpersonal likes. You know what I'm talking about, interracial. He expressed it very clearly, he was very , 'Thank you', this is what he said on the train, 'Thank you for you'. He trusted you. "Dell rubbed his pillow." In contrast, he obviously didn't trust him in going west. Friend, James of mankind, but he believes in you. It makes me feel, I do n’t know, weird. "
"You don't have to be surprised. Wes and James used to have little military life ..." Zucker paused, not expecting the appropriate words. (Melly has revealed that James and Wes comrades died. Fact) Passed by, "Weiss has no affection for the magic banquet vampire. By contrast, I am a trustworthy person."
Dell should be thinking, "Well, I can accept this reason. But I also know very well that Weiss likes you more than just comparing the Vampire of the Feast, there are also personal factors."
The ambiguity that may be misunderstood is as good as possible. "Trust me, it is gone. There is, again, the kindness accumulated by the pure interpersonal relationships you just excluded."
Dell continued to think. Probably this is necessary. In the face of an alien who has a human appearance and shares some of the same universal values, interpersonal communication must be added to his consideration of aliens. Humans and aliens are not divided absolutely.
"At the Feast, I can look at Weiss again."
"It's your life ~" Zack smiled and withdrew his head. Needless to say, everyone should be clear about it. If you preach to people, you will be satisfied. Zac is ready to enjoy this satisfaction.
"I turned off the light."
"Huh."
As soon as the light went out, the knock on the door appeared, "Mr. Grand?"
The two of the bunks were silent.
"Mr. Grande? Are you there? I will return your coat."
Before Dell got out of bed, Zac had turned on the light, stood at the door, and opened the door, "Hi, hero today."
"Why, what ..." The high school boy holding Zac's coat was obviously nervous.
"Come in." Zac smiled and opened the door, facing Dale who had retracted the quilt. "This is the hero who saved the girl I told you today."
"Uh, Jack ..." The boy was obviously unfit for such an introduction, although it was true, "My name is Jack."
"Good Jack." He took over his coat. "How do you know that I am Mr. Grande?"
"Your business card." Jack relaxed a little. "And your wallet." Jack pointed to Zac's coat and apologized. "In your pocket, I want to return it earlier, but ... "
Also sorry is Zac, who touched a pocket of his coat with a weird look, and Weiss pricked Zac to show his forgotten revenge.
But this is only a minor problem. The relationship between the vampire and his own wizard is not so fragile, don't care.
Jack explained why he came to return the clothes now, "I can only wait until everyone has fallen asleep."
Zac put back his coat. Suddenly aware of something, looked at the high school boy, "You have makeup."
"Oh!" Jack subconsciously raised his hand to block his face. "This is, this is ..."
"Covering the bruised makeup on your face." Zac didn't have any shame, and said the truth, "That girl painted for you?"
"Ruth, her name is Ruth."
Zac shook his head, "So I guess you didn't use the photo I took as evidence, and asked your consultant teacher to help you deal with this conflict." Isn't it obvious, this is a cover-up. Adolescents with everything in development, the worst and worst way to deal with conflict.
Zac is disappointed, but what can he do, Zac is just a passerby.
Jack shook his head down. Is the default.
Zac had nothing to say, patted the other person's shoulder, "Thanks for returning the clothes." This is goodbye.
Jack also knew that there was nothing to say, but the same sentence was said long ago, "Thank you, sir." Goodbye too, ready to leave. As a well-mannered adult, Zac helped the door.
It appeared suddenly, but not at all abruptly ... the voice appeared.
It feels like this sound, walking along the cabin aisle, passing from far and near. Obviously it is hearing, but it makes people feel that the sound is coming, and then continue to pass away.
This sound is humming, light and melodious, with scales.
Zac frowned.
Like the first note in the past, the high-pitched voice made Jack, who was already standing in the aisle, tremble, and then his eyes lost his spirit and took the first step forward.
Zac was helpless, this group of Krakens really tried.
The doors on both sides of the aisle were pulled open one after another, and people in pajamas held or held various inexplicable things in their hands, watches, jewelry, safes, and even babies. Godlessly stepped out of his room and walked into the aisle.
Er, the Kraken not only tried, but also tried very hard.
Zac looked back and looked at Dale, who was standing up from the lower bunk, holding the blood bottle he got from Zac during the day, walking towards the door like a zombie.
Zac gave Dell a slap, "Are you funny, after some conversation just now, your most precious thing is my blood?"
Dell's eyes were restoring reason, "What? What did I do?"
"Uh. Go back to bed and lie down." The red eyes gave the order, stepped out of the room, closed the door, and turned back, "Jack?"
High school students? There was no shadow in the crowded walkway. Uh, forget it, cut off from here first.