[ Well, this one's easy to understand, as there's no good connotation to blood sucking monsters. The thought of it still makes Kido feel sick, and it shows on her face, but it's more just anything about blood that makes her feel uneasy. She's had enough blood on her hands even before coming here, it's always associated with death and profound loss, and honestly the stuff's just gross. It's like Terry telling her he has to eat mud to survive; it's gross but she's accepted time and time again that Terry does weird things, so she'll get over it, eventually.

But her unease turns to guilt when he admits that the reason why he withheld that from her was because he was scared or scaring her, like it's for her sake just as much as it is his. There must have been countless of times she'd screamed at Terry and looked at him in fear— some of them were his fault, trying to get her to listen about some goat man or sneaking up on her with gag glasses— but there were other times where it was just her overreacting. Just a couple of minutes ago, when they met, the first thing Kido had done was be terrified of him. That must have felt horrible, and now she feels horrible about it. ]

...It's not stupid. I would have been scared. I still am, a little. But it's not like I'm scared of you; having to drink blood is just a gross concept. I can't imagine you'd enjoy it, anyways.