" ...Of course I have. "
Her golden eyes hide a story.
A story of the fateful Scarlet Night.
She cared for her younger brother deeply, whom she lost through sacrifice from the man she once revered.
"There you go again, conflating things like monsters and humans with things that don't matter. Monsters are defined only by their savagery, and being a monster and a human are not mutually exclusive.
"Have you ever done something drastic for the sake of someone you loved?"
" Have you ever heard of a being that can only taste the blood of others?
I can only find strength and sustenance off of feasting other daemons.
Hahaha, I guess I just don't scare you enough to be considered a monster. " A feigned smile.
"Let me turn the question around on you, and perhaps that will provide your answer, my dear:
"Why would being unable to feel sunlight or a loss of sense of taste make someone 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯? There are all kinds of humans who are sightless, tasteless, deaf, you get the idea!"