Here, I sit. Locked away in the relative safety of my lodgings. Closed doors and locks help solidify the illusion of security. In this city humans are far from what I would deem safe. I doubt much that we ever truly were. Here the monsters thrive out in the open. One can not help but be aware of them, to become curious of these Alpha predators. I linger, watching them. I can't help but try and study them. They are distinct and apart from us humans. Some cold and deadly, others seem more alive than some humans. Each one I've encountered as differs as much as one person to the next. We are alike in that regard and why not? Chosen were once as human as the rest of us, although some are loathe to admit it.
The will to live pulls most of us forward. We each do what we must in order to survive. I am not like the Paesani. I don't want a lingering shadow cast over me in all that I do, my every waking moment. Being hunted off at random, no recourse and perhaps never seen again. I chose a different path. I am Borghesia. I would rather have limited rights than no rights at all.
What is it to be Borghesia? In times past the Borghesia were human ruling class. Now it means my blood has a price. I am not just picked at random from the streets. The system works well enough for me.
Our life sustains the Chosen, our blood. Without humanity the Chosen would be reduced to feeding from animals or perhaps their own kind. It is better to take care of the human harvest, let it thrive. Cultivated under proper conditions rather than to reaping it solely for the blood. Some Chosen would do well to remember this, but it is not my place to remind them.
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