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.
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.
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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How good a magician is your girlfriend?
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[oh god this is a side he's never shown Lark. It's Trevor Belmont, head over heels in love]
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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.
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How did she handle seeing you here?
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But that is why Alec is here: to collect me.
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But you can leave anytime you like. You're a warden now.
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That's...yeah. Understandable.
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[He laughs] Fine. I'll drop it.
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And I won't try to murder people. You argued the fun out of it.
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