[Aurelia didn't really expect Rin to hold a conversation with her, but vocalizing her thoughts is habit born of more than a century of loneliness. She can't resist it, nor does she really want to, too distracted drinking in the sight of Rin's body on the ground to pay attention to herself.]

Unnecessary risks, like forgetting that I am saving you. Letting my instincts tempt me to pounce on you as soon as the Mimic is gone, taking all the delicious stress and pain and fear and swallowing it whole. Sinking my fangs into the anger in your heart... plucking even the memory of this event from your mind... That would be terrible. I'm helping you, not hunting you. No matter how beautiful or delicious.

[Aurelia's voice grows softer, whispering that can only just barely be heard over the mimic's thrashing. Her grip tightens compulsively as she reminds herself that she's helping, and as her blood stains the mimic's tongue it enters it's final moments. Thrashing once more before it slumps to the ground and stills, skin desiccated and grey]