Guess what?
Alright then. Good. Great. I’ll let Kat know that all her dreams are coming true: she gets to have you out of her life. And she’s not the only one.
Don’t even think about coming back.
Wasn't planning on it.
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Guess what?
Alright then. Good. Great. I’ll let Kat know that all her dreams are coming true: she gets to have you out of her life. And she’s not the only one.
Don’t even think about coming back.
Wasn't planning on it.
Nathan Sharpe.
Now I’m a little convinced you’ve been keeping a bit of an eye on me. This is exactly what I’ve been craving since I’ve fully healed.
Same home, same window, same room, correct? Or am I meeting you just outside of town?
Meet me in town square at midnight. I don't need anyone following us.
Nathan Sharpe.
…when do we leave?
Tonight. The next town over has a motel infested with hunters and I'm in just the right mood to kill things.
It'll be just like old times.
Nathan Sharpe.
Nothing too important, Miss Aria. Just a little list in the making from the diner incident.
My help? Well do go on. I’m all ears.
Up for a little hunting trip?
Nathan Sharpe.
And let me guess, you’ve been spying on me too?
Spying? Is there something I'm missing here, Sharpe?
I need your help.
Guess what?
Which is running. Don’t try to play it off like it’s anything else. Anytime you have a responsibility to anyone, anytime you feel anything you’re taking off in the opposite direction.
No. You don’t need it. But I don’t need to try to defend you to Katima either. I don’t need to press the fact that Charlie isn’t her mother. I can make the three of us one fucking happy family where you never even cross our mind. There won’t be some unwrapped present for you under the tree. There won’t be a welcome place for you here. Your existence will be moot. It’ll be like you never came in to wreck our lives in the first place. You hear me? You don’t get a third chance. You didn’t even deserve a second one.
I never asked for you to defend me to Katima, I never asked for a second chance, and I sure as hell never asked to be apart of this fucked up family tree you're trying to mend. You want to live a little happy family with holidays and ridiculous, fake, human happiness? Nothing is standing in your way.
Let Charlie play Katima's mother, marry her, pop out more kids, I could care less. I don't want any part of it.
Nathan Sharpe.
Front and center, please.
Guess what?
I don’t know how hard you got hit on the head, but I told you you don’t get to run from this one.
Trust me, I’ll continue to be boyfriend and father of the year even if you are here. I don’t know if you noticed, but it looks good on me - just like everything else.
I'm not running, I'm simply doing what I've been doing for the past few centuries. You've gotten rusty, Hensley.
Look I don't really need your permission to do what I want to do, nor do I really need to give you a play by play of my plans.
I'm heading to the next town over tonight.
Guess what?
That seems to be the general consensus around here. And hell, trust me, I’d love to join you. In fact, I will - but I’m thinking we might need to step above just killing off the idiots who try to get us face-to-face. Like… blow up a building with at least fifty of them inside. Or find their children and tie them together like they love to do to us. Give them no choice but to strangle them themselves. Or I can just make them think that. Still does the trick. Make it the worst possible thing they can think of…
Torture it is. But none of the plans include torturing me, so now let's drop this hotel idea.
Here's the deal, a friend of a friend has passed along the news that hunters have basically infiltrated every motel and hotel surrounding this town. So, I'm going and you're not. Space between us and you get to keep playing boyfriend and father of the year.
Guess what?
There’s a decent hotel about an hour out of town. Take a vacation and you’ll heal a lot faster. Just because something happens doesn’t mean she won’t be fine. Look at the blood that’s running through her veins. Can you blame her?
You're not funny. I don't need a vacation, I need to kill more of those bastards.
Guess what?
See, there you go again. I swear, you claim to be a mother and you act like a three year old still learning how to share.
In case you forgot, your partner also happens to by my father. And your sister is my aunt. And, again as much as a loathe having to admit it, I am your daughter. Add that all together, I think that at least entitles me to some sort of explanation.Â
See, this is the part where you walk off in a huff because you know that I’m right and just refuse to admit it.
Wrong.
This is the part where if you want to play the pissed off, abandoned orphan role and plan to fight the world on your own - then you stop crawling back to mommy for conversation.
I was exactly where you're standing at your age, except, surprise - I didn't have parents to interrogate for answers.
Stop trying to play the victim, Katima. You won't be getting any kind of answers or sympathy from me, especially as long as you keep up this attitude.
Lay down your swords, lay down your pistols Call off your dogs, show no resistance You’ll fall like a guillotine, and kneel before the queen You’ll fall like a guillotine, and I will rise
Guess what?
I know that the whole ‘I’m old, listen to me’ is your favorite argument to use on people, but that doesn’t exactly work on me.Â
Though, I find it sort of hard to believe the whole you and Carter ‘getting along’ thing. I mean, let’s look at the facts; you get knocked up with me and go into hiding for nine months, completely neglecting to tell him. And then almost a century and a half later, you do tell him only because you knew I would show up here asking questions. And let’s not forget the part about him shacking with your sister.
So, tell me again how well the two of you have ‘gotten along’ again…?
This conversation is about as equivalent as to talking to a fucking wall and I'm done wasting my time. There's far more bigger issues going on right now.
If you're looking to get a rise out of me, I'm sorry to disappoint you. What my relationship is with my partner or my sister is my business. I don't owe you any sort of explanation.
We're done here, Katima.
Guess what?
Yeah, well, since my life is tied to yours, I have a little invested in your well-being. So shut up, and let me take you.
She’ll be fine.
Oh, please. A little blood here, a few bruises there; your life is fine. Though, I do admit - it's been a tad difficult revisiting the idea of mortal healing. I'm not a fan.
So you say, but look at the blood that's running through her veins. Something is bound to happen. And she really only listens to you.
Guess what?
That wasn’t lecturing. That was me asking you to take 5 minutes out of your day to think about someone other than yourself. Groundbreaking concept, I know.
You can hate me all you want, but let's get one thing straight - I've been around much, much longer then you have, and I don't need you throwing me your sarcastic and quite frankly, unwanted and unneeded advice.Â
Believe it or not, Katima - Carter and I have gotten along just fine way before you were even a twinkle in his eye. So do him, you, and myself a favor - and worry about yourself.
Guess what?
Will you jus-
Let me take you back to your hotel. Then I’ll take a little drive, speed it up.
Don't worry about it, I'll be fine. Nothing's broke, that's all that matters.
Just keep your attention on Katima, I don't want her getting into any trouble.
Guess what?
I get that you don’t give much a fuck about me or anybody aside from yourself, but every time you do something like this, you’re not only putting your life on the line, but Carter’s, too. And again, not that it probably matters much to you, but I’d like to at least get to know him a little bit before you decide to go and get yourself killed and drag him down with you.
Don't lecture me about something you know nothing about, Katima.