Scarlett stared at Yume. He was quite an interesting fellow, but a bit odd. When he conjured up a withered rose and she smiled again. She thought for a moment and then switched her flower for the dying one. "I think it suits me much better." she said with a smirk. His question practically echoed in her head and she tried to think of some type of explanation that didn't sound like she was a bloodthirsty creep. "Oh, you know. I have control of only half of myself. The other just does whatever it desires. I can sort of control whether or not I choose to have certain traits of either vampire or werewolf. But changing is an entirely different story. If anything I can summarize myself as a freak. With the addition of killing half the people that I meet..." she replied. It still sounded horrible. She wouldn't feel hurt if he thought the same. She killed things for the fun of it, and it was as gruesome as it got. "But on another note, you might be the first one who has lasted this long?" she said somewhat sweetly. Scarlett had trouble talking to people in the first place, which is exactly the reason she stayed away from them, but hopefully she could improve her people skills at least to a level one.