"Unless you're glitched to be insane," Paul counters doggedly.

A little eye roll for the tablet. "The bullet and the gun would be for me. Not you. I try to avoid shooting people until they do suffer those psychotic breaks and come after me. And I'd love to not worry about people trying to kill me here, if it hadn't just fucking happened.

"I mean, you get the absurdity of that, right? Telling me most vampires won't attack me, I shouldn't worry about people trying to kill me, when someone just bit my fucking neck?"