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Holy shit, Lark.

....I mean, I'd be curious who'd win, because Sypha is a magician and Adrian is Adrian, so you'd have to get the jump on them because I've seen them both kill wolves and one of them turn into one....

Sorry, sorry. Not the point.

So what did stop you? Or did you end up stopping yourself when you grew tired of killing?

I killed a magician. Everyone I've killed here except one had some kind of power I don't. So even if I lost the first attempt, or the next, or the next, I would have kept going. I had nothing but time to figure out who to kill and how. I'm a wolf. My kind were created specifically to kill.

Which means I never get tired of it.

I just realized over time that I could be more than a monster. My ideas helped some people, and I finally let myself see it happen. I don't know how to explain it because it was so gradual, but I went from seeing the world as something I could master and instead became something I enjoyed existing in. Coexisting in.

Not that it stopped me from being a control freak, because I still am. Ask anyone. I just think about things in a new way.

You kill but you weren't born to it. Not the way you're describing it.

There's a, uh. A difference between killing and murdering. Wolves kill people very rarely where I'm from. It's almost always because they're rabid or got cornered and scared. One time it was because one was so injured that it couldn't go after its usual prey and took to feeding on humans.

And if you were born to kill, how do you think that makes me feel as someone who was born to hunt down your kind?

Becoming a lycanthrope is a rebirth. Everything in us, down to the cells that make up our organs, stops being human. Nothing in me is human anymore.

But that's why I'm telling you this. I was reborn into a species designed to kill. But here you and I sit, talking. I suppose I've never been sure how you see me, knowing I'm a monster.

[A slightly confused frown at cells, because he might have a lot more knowledge than the average person from his time but Trevor's still not much for science]

You've never tried to kill me or another person in front of me. I don't see you as a monster at all. If anything, you're a slightly overgrown dog.

I choose to be that way. It gets easier to choose it the more often I do, but it's never my first instinct.

And every time someone here with power decides to kill someone who doesn't, I want to tear them apart with my fangs. That's what my kind were created to do: protect the tribe that made us. Kill all their enemies, obliterate all the predators who threatened them.

Again - too alike for comfort.

You see my problem.

So how do we protect everyone here when death is so fucked up and I hate the fucking Admiral?

We work together. We use everyone's skills, so it doesn't fall on the Admiral's powers or fall on one person to try to enforce justice.

How good a magician is your girlfriend?

Sypha? She's the best.

[oh god this is a side he's never shown Lark. It's Trevor Belmont, head over heels in love]

The best? [Go on, you lovesick bastard, he wants to hear it.]

Best fucking magician you've ever seen. She's got this command of the elements like no one's ever heard of. Fireballs, ice magic; hell, she can command lightning when she gets pissed off enough.

And she's incredibly well-read and probably speaks 15 languages including a few dead ones that nobody speaks, and she's gorgeous and sarcastic, and she knows healing arts because she's a Speaker, which is an enemy of God so she doesn't even care that I'm technically a branded heretic, and the sex isn't bad either.

[Lark is smiling, all in his eyes.]

How did she handle seeing you here?

She knew about me. It’s why she came. Fuckhead Admiral says “I’ve got Trevor Belmont, come and claim him” and her heart’s too big to say no.

[It makes him laugh] That's the first time I've heard of the Admiral asking someone to come.

But that is why Alec is here: to collect me.

Well, Sypha's one-of-a-kind.

But you can leave anytime you like. You're a warden now.

I can. [But.] I'm not here for a deal, though. And that makes it hard to get this place out of my head. I was here so long I don't know if I'll ever really leave, no matter where I end up.