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[abortz]

[Bortz is not a chatty person. They aren't a particularly social person, and they aren't at all eager to make new "friends". But they'll submit to this sort of socialization with complete strangers to get information they need.]

Do animals have doctors?
If there is anyone in charge of fixing those of us who break then I need to know in advance rather than waiting until they're actually needed.

[There's a pause, and then they continue, almost begrudgingly.]

I also need to know if anything be done for you people if you're damaged.
If it comes up then there won't be time to figure it out in the moment. I won't waste time trying to help if there's no point.

[They don't care. They really don't, these organics mean nothing to them and frankly, expending effort on them when they have such short, limited lifespans to begin with seems pointless. But this is the job they've been given, and they'll do it right. If that means babysitting these fleshy people then so be it.]

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[abortz]

Few things can break me. But it's better to be prepared.

[Oh god don't suggest there's nuances and whatnot in death, it's a weird enough concept as it is.]

Is your death different from the normal kind? Whatever counts as the normal kind.

[reposing]

I only suggest you exercise caution.

I am not completely human, so yes.

[abortz]

I'm always cautious.
What are you?

[reposing]

I am known as a dhampir. My father was a full-blooded vampire. I don't know that either term means anything to you.

[abortz]

They don't.

[reposing]

I presumed that would be the case. Regardless, I am more durable than a human and I can often regenerate myself, to give you an idea.

[abortz]

[That sounds useful, at least. Good job being useful, stranger.]

Are you still an organic creature?

[reposing]

Correct.