"Everyone here has partaken of me—the Son of the Moon feeds on his own Blood Slaves, and I allow my beloved to feed on me," slowly spoke Count Leipzig: "With the love accumulated over the years, when they consume enough of me, they gradually become another 'me.' It is not about taking their souls, but merging their souls with mine.
"They are not entirely themselves; they are another 'me.' In other words, I have made myself into these forms. Has anyone in Star Antimony decreed that one cannot carve one's own severed limbs? Or decreed that people can't turn themselves into works of art? They are all willing participants—not merely offering their bodies, but the sort of willingness that involves themselves."
As Count Leipzig's voice trailed off, the "vase woman" opened her eyes.
In a hoarse and ethereal voice, she said, "If you don't believe me…"
Following that, the antlered youth chased by bullets also shed his fear and turned back: "Then I can change into someone else."
