Volg's face becomes a neutral mask.
"Lucille, I can see you understand that, while it isn't ever fun bringing up trauma, if we lack information, what you went through someone else may go through as well. I'm not worried about myself, I'm certain in my ability to go toe to toe with most Kindred, short of Tremere bullshit and the like.
Billy is a mortal. Because you withheld information a sociopathic murderer now has her number. The only choices you've left me is to either turn her to this world as a ghoul or leave her in ignorance and hope for the best. Damnation, or Ignorance that may bring horror. Your decision has already doomed someone to that choice. You can mull over that, your eyes tell me you already know what you've done to an extent, were that not the case the consequences would be far more dire.
The reason we're talking right now, is because ultimately you gave me the info that prevented it from going too far without my know-how. Your value still overshadows your errors."
The Gangrel leans forward and puts a hand near Lucille's chin, the size of the hand perhaps serving as a reminder when of that hand was a claw ready to disembowel her.
"But this isn't set in stone. I neither wish nor intend to for now to throw you to the wolves or get rid of you myself. But here's the thing Lucille, you're a Ghoul a daywalker. Your kind can sneak in on me when I'm sleeping and stake me, or set the bar on fire while I slumber. To keep one around you cannot trust is a risk.
So your choices now, except for leaving and never coming back, though I doubt now that you've told me of the people that "made" you they will simply let you to do so, is if you want to be an Ally, an employee, a Ghoul who could use her daywalking to ensure the security of her coworker, employer and domain. Or if you want to be the Ghoul some Tremere dragged into my bar who emptied 2 shotgun shells into my face on my turf and then put a mortal worker at risk."
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