The night before, Sara had been prepared to kill someone. Hunter to be exact. While the results of her failing, had things gone bad with Hunter's blood lust, would have made things worst for the general population of New York, the thought was starting to finally eat away at her. When you're someone like Sara, you don't take someone on as a mentor (spying on them or not spying on them) and accept a mission to kill them with light.

So here Sara was stalking a Hunter. The Hunter. Or at least this felt like stalking. She wasn't going to be sneaky, and things should have staid quiet at Sebastian's after she'd left. Sara just.... desired to know more.

She yawned as she walked. Sleep hadn't come easy nor had it staid with her for a few hours and so Sara was going to arrive outside of the iris Clinic a few hours before she had told Sebastian she would be there. She wasn't exactly sure what she would do once she'd gotten to the building, but it gave her a better chance at catching Hunter.

Sara rounded one of the last corners on her way.

Hunter had risen early. He’d not gotten much sleep, then events of the night still playing heavily on his mind. One thing was certain and that was that he would face the consequences of his actions. Before this would have been swept aside in his relentless advance towards his own goals. Now he had stopped pushing on and would let his past catch up.

He was in fact stepping out the door of the clinic after a brief conversation with Sebastian as Sara came around the corner. As Sebastian didn’t have any suitably sized clothes Hunter was wearing the bloodstained trousers from the night before. Upon catching sight of Sara he smiled and began to walk towards her. “Morning,” he said. Not good morning, there was likely to be little good for him this day.

Sara certainly had her way with timing it seemed as she rounded the last corner to the clinic. Hunter Smiled with his greeting and Sara returned it with a small press lipped smile and nod that came from years of practice with not showing teeth.

Sara moved off of the corner, smoothly to meet Hunter half way. "Morning." Her eyes dialated as the smell of the stale blood hit her from Hunter's clothing, and from himself, but again, it was stale. Nothing fresh. Well that was a good thing. She assumed that the night went smoothly after she left.

"You're up early. I guess that I was smart to get and early start to see you." Sara settled into a stride nest to Hunter, letting him choose the way.

“Couldn’t get much sleep,” Hunter told Sara as he headed towards Spiritual Balance. He needed a change of clothes. For a while he said nothing as the pair of htem made their way through the quiet early morning streets.

“Thank you,” he said at last, “For last night. Without your help it would have been much worse.” Sara was one of the few people Hunter had met who was a physical match for him. Not only that but she had a healing factor of her own. While not quite as quick as his it allowed her to walk away from a lot worse than most could. Had it been necessary she might have been able to kill him.

"Me neither. In part it's due to the mutation." Sara said with a shrug. Because of her mutation, Sara could become mentally tired long before she was physically tired enough to put her head down. It wasn't like she could take a pill to remedy this. Her body would burn through it before she felt the effects.

She willingly let the two of them fall into silence for a bit. It was an odd feeling lately when she was around Hunter, and even from the first time that she had met Sebastian, she felt much younger in their presents. Not necessarily a bad thing.

Hunter suddenly broke their silence and Sara shrugged again. "Well I wasn't just going to walk away." Even though he'd told her to. Blame it on Sara's stubborn streak. "I was wondering something though. You don't have to tell me everything but I was wondering what lead up to your needing help in the first place."

Hunter nodded at Sara’s statement. Something about the heightened metabolism that often went along with a healing factor meant that sleeping wasn’t as easy. Part of the trade off. Her question was not unsurprising and he had a feeling that this was a tale that he would be retelling several times today.

“I was actually trying to help others,” he told Sara, “A pair of mutants were attacking a church full of humans. Their powers meant that without my own I would not be able to stop them. A girl at the steps of the church had been gutted and was dying. I drank her blood to gain access to my abilities to allow me to save the rest. Now I’m going to turn myself over to the police to face the consequences of ending that poor girl’s life.”

He deliberately did not mention who the two mutants were. Both Meld and Aura were deeply troubled individuals. Their pasts had messed them both up to such a degree that they could not be held wholly accountable for their actions. He had highlighted this with Lori and hoped that she would now take a more active role in helping the girls to avoid another incident like the church.

There wasn’t much that Sara could really say in response to Hunter at first. Part of her wanted to commend him for wanting to do the right thing, the other was incredibly tempted to slap him. He’d saved people. He’d done exactly what he’d set out to do from what she understood. So instead of berating him or whatever it was that Sara would say from the thoughts circling around in her mind, she took the time to finish the story for him. Giving herself the chance to think.

“So then you ended up at Sebastian’s looking for help, almost bludgeoned and twice Skewered.” She sighed. Her thoughts had been quickly collected and as they reached the end of one street. She purposefully ignored the cross looks that she was receiving from a small group of norms to their right. “I suppose no good deed goes unpunished.”

“Why is it that you chose to stick your neck out for people that you didn’t know?” Sara asked. She was still trying to figure Hunter out and the one that she knew now, didn’t follow the patterns of the one that she’d heard of, and must have built the vampire legend. “Was this act to right your own wrongs, or was this a knee jerk reaction to come to a person’s aid without thinking that there was something for you? You probably think that I’m cold with what I’ve said now, and some things that I’ve said to you in the past, but it’s concerning. I could see someone like yourself, driving yourself insane.”

Hunter could see that Sara was itching to say something but was glad that she held her tongue until he had finished speaking. He ended after leaving the church. Sara picked it up with his arrival at the clinic. His visit to the Sanctuary had been left out. He felt it would do anyone any good for him to fill in that missing detail. Few could understand the mindset of Aura and Meld. Hunter had once twisted someone into a similar state. Looking back it was one of his darkest moments in a very dark past. Those girls needed help and he felt that Sara would, with no disrespect to her, not be the one who could give it to them.

Her question gave Hunter pause for thought as the pair of them walked in the early morning light. Why had he risked it all? Initially he’d just been drawn on some primal level by the smell of blood. Then his rational mind kicked in and it was a mix of a snap decision to help and wanting to atone for past sins. But then he saw Meld. He’d promised to help the poor girl and had failed. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that he could have walked away. Even at his worst Hunter was a man of his word. It had been his one good quality.

“I was drawn on some base level by the smell of blood at first,” Hunter said, ashamed of the fact though he was he wasn’t going to deny it, “But then I saw people dying. I had to help. Both because it was the right thing to do but because I felt it might in some way offset some of the deaths I had caused. While I wish I could say it had been purely altruistic I needed to help those people. It was as much for me as for them.” He deliberately left Meld out. Sara didn’t need to know about her, at least not yet.

Sara shrugged at what Hunter had said first. "Being attracted by the smell of blood isn't a bad thing as long as it's used well." There were several times Sara had been attracted to an area from the spell of blood, though for her it was normally out of curiosity. Not for a food source. She'd never hunted people.

Hunter of all people should know that you can't change the past. It wasn't something that Sara felt she really needed to state out loud. In her head, it sounded disrespectful. "What I don't understand, Hunter, is that you're finally doing things right. and now you're going to lock yourself up. I understand why and respect that, but I don't see how you're going to do any more good, unless you plan on starting a prisoner program."

Hunter remained silent as Sara spoke of blood. She didn’t understand. The call of blood to him was something primal and horrific. He hated the feeling but knew that all he could do was suppress it, not banish it entirely. Still he had it under control for now.

“The reason that I am going to hand myself in,” the immortal explained, “is that considering what I have done I have no right to decide whether I deserve to walk this world freely. While it is probably true that there is more good that I could do outside of a prison cell I gave up the right to make that choice for myself long ago. Now I must face up to that.”

Hunter truly believed what he said. His actions had forfeited his right to choose to be free. It was now in the hands of others to decide. Whether or not the American courts where the right people to decide was debatable but they were supposed to be a fair justice system. Besides who else could impartially judge him for what he had done?