[ Daniel's eyebrows flex in concern at that admission. Doesn't have the usual range of his powers - what the hell does that mean? Armand clearly still drinks blood because Daniel can see it in his complexion and on his teeth, staining them slightly pink. He can still move quickly, step out of the dark... Can he still hear Daniel's thoughts?

Are we still connected? He asks with his mind, like an experiment. ]

I haven't seen anything like this place before. I mean, no, I have. I've seen plenty of places like this, but never this. It's like someone described what an American city looks like and someone else made it, but.. You're right, it's clinical. It's not alive.

[ Daniel has slept in slums and hotels and lingered on back streets and jumped from dive bar to dive bar; Daniel knows what a city should feel like. He's been to enough of them, he's called enough of them home. This isn't one he feels at home in, even if there's some part of him that is desperate to. ]