Within that usually warm hearted man there was a sort of anger that had taken seed within him - anger that his most horrific memory come to life at the will of one who so wished to torment him. Why this hunter would choose to torture him rather then simply do away with his infinitely long life was still a question Sebastian failed to understand though he had heard before those whom enjoyed playing with their victims as a way to gain retribution for the lives they stole. Still, Sebastian found himself entirely unable to believe that this was his William, not after waking up to darkness deep in some cobblestone alleyway with William's corpse beneath him. He had stared at his friend's dead body for a long while. He had cried over the loss of the man. And then - the hunger had taken hold of him. God how much he hated those memories of the first few months of his life undead. Why was this...beast...forcing him to relive them?! It was that hurt, that pain that so caused those words to leave his lips, his ribbons immediately unfurling within his hands, his fingertips caressing the silken ribbons for the comfort the provided him when he was so innately distraught.

He hadn't expected, however, for the Hunter to so continue his antics, blaming him for being the only person he had cared for. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment in thought as he considered the words that left his lips, one free hand gingerly leaving the grasp of those ribbons if only to softly poke his own cheek, ensuring he was, well, him. Was it possible he was losing control of his affinity? Or was it changing? Was he making this hunter look like his William? Or maybe he was looking like this Hunter's Sebastian? Or both. Then again, he hadn't heard of his kind loosing their control...aside from perhaps his own maker. She'd clearly lost something. It was only at the lingering words upon his foe's lips that saw Sebastian's gaze turn back towards the man, freely finishing the sentence he knew the Hunter wanted to spat at him. "Monster?" How many times had he been told this? That he was a thing marked for death. That he was tainted, unwanted, a hellion beast, a demon, incubus - it was but one name in a slew of others he had heard before. They were words he was almost used to.

He watched with mute stillness as his foe reached in his pocket, the vampire's muscles becoming taunt at such a simple action. He knew well the hunter was reaching for another dagger, entirely anticipating that this one was intended to finish the job of what this....man had started. Still, the knife was entirely...familiar to him, catching his breath within his chest as his crystalline gaze stared in silence at that familiar crest of the three deer. His gaze followed it, mesmerized as it fell on the floor at his feet, bouncing for a moment before clattering to stillness. Briefly, those ribbons slipped from his hands, fluttering into oblivion before he slowly leaned down to touch that crest. He reached out, tracing the etched figure of the deer only for a soft hiss to leave his lips, his hand quickly retreating from the action. Silver - of course. How could he have forgotten that it burned. Slowly, he glanced up at the Hunter as the man that seemed to so willingly accept death's embrace and yet, for the moment, Sebastian remained entirely inanimate.

For a moment, he simply stared at the man hovering over him, his eyes tracing the Dark Hunter's features with a note of familiarity. It felt...good...to see William again, even if his very nature so rebelled against the Hunter. Still, he was not wholly convinced this man was completely the one whom he had lost all those years ago. Sebastian cleared his throat, his voice clear and yet firm as he spoke from his still squatting position in front of that ornamental dagger. "The first time I met William, I mean, really met him, not those pleasantry introductions...the first time I was with Lady Catherine. It was with the debutantes. She was a terrible dancer and missed a step and tripped on my feet right into you -- what happened next?" It had to have been the most embarrassing day within Lady Catherine's life, she had avoided both men after that, if only because they were entirely incapable of seeing her without a small smile for what had occurred. Still, it was her misfortune that had blossomed the friendship between the two. Sebastian was entirely assured that if this was his William, the man would remember that specific moment. It was far too detailed for any such history book or illusion to be able to end - not in the way only himself and his William would.