That's the funny thing about the Masquerade: three-quarters of the world already believes in ghosts, angels, demons, Ouija boards, crystal healing, and the Eucharist. Probably half of those things are real, too; you've seen some weird shit. The Camarilla doesn't care about what people believe—they fear people learning enough to act.
So it's time to lie. You spin a load of convincing-sounding bullshit about angels and demons, imply that you know a lot more than you're letting on, and brilliantly deflect any questions that might lead these mortals to think about the living dead. Satisfied, you send the survivors on their way. When you part, the young man glances back at you thoughtfully. You're not sure he believed you, but he seems more curious than angry. You have a feeling you might see him again.
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