[ In hindsight, Cedrik probably could have phrased that more gently...but when Augustine insists that it's true, that no one would want him for a Soulmate, Cedrik only scowls and firmly (but carefully) takes the dhampir's hand back. ]

You're no fool, I know this. Don't pretend that you left all your sense out there in the snow.

[ Seeing his friend slump down in defeat, however, is enough for the Viera to soften his tone. Patiently he unwraps the bandages that Augustine managed to loosen with his jostling so he can bind the wound again and put a stop to that fresh trickle of blood. ]

What is it that you think would make you unwanted? Your past? None among us are saints, Augustine...