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“There’s a baseline where we’re all marginally human-esque. Or at least learned to seem human, be passable about it. Or share some original connection, makes it all a little ridiculous that anyone human or otherwise wants to claim there’s that much difference.” He didn’t know from personal experience how humans became things they weren’t originally, chance or some genetic slide of genes to one side or another, but the baseline still remained. Even werewolves, once upon a time, came from at least marginally human origins.
“Why do I see that idea crashing and burning outstandingly with some people? The ones who will lock someone in a closet, specifically.” He supposed it could have been worse, he didn’t really have any reason to be wary of his supposed counterpart. As entertaining as someone that would constantly make life miserable all the time would be it had to get old quickly. Wouldn’t last out the first day without the potential for a lifetime of therapy.
“I consider most people terrifying until proven otherwise,” he replied solemnly, “And you just have the stab someone in the face look. It’s a compliment.” Should have been a compliment, the world as a whole was an unreasonably angry place anymore and that made it passable as a favorable observation.
“I don’t dislike him.” The situation, entirely, but the person involved? He couldn’t say he had any real issues with Basil. “He’s got this resting..I don’t know, resting apprehensive face like he’s waiting for someone to throw something at him and that’s a little concerning.” No, he didn’t want to think about it excessively, the subject of Basil overall, because it was complicated. “Not that I plan to throw things at him, well, marshmallows don’t count as I was under intense undue emotional stress at the time.”
Quinn paused, the realization that the conversation was twisting itself towards his favorite subject, himself and the happenings of his life, and that really wasn’t a good road to travel in the company of strangers. Self indulgent creature that he was, it was tempting, but best to leave his personal life as a sidebar.
Good thing he had that entire commentary about emotional torture of one’s enemies to steer him back in track. Wasn’t that delightful?
“I was going to retract my opinion of face-stabbing but now, no, I don’t think I will.” He regarded her with another quick once-over, making a mental note or two. “Remind me not to annoy you too much, I’m already too psychologically wasted to play that game.” He looked bemused, or something along the lines of it, by the entire situation.
--- Luna shrugged, “humans are fickle. They don’t seem to even like humans who are different.” Although she’d never wanted to be a vampire, a part of her was glad she wasn’t human anymore. “But you’re right. We aren’t so different.” She’d let herself forget her humanity when she’d turned, but she still didn’t see much difference between a human and a vampire. One just needed a little extra to do as much damage as the other.
“I’m not excusing it, but wouldn’t they still do it if there wasn’t a soul bond?” Luna asked. She couldn’t imagine just locking someone away. Spending some time protecting them while figuring a way out wasn’t that much of an inconvenience.
“Hmm, seems like a good policy,” Luna chuckled. “Thank you.” Usually that sort of comment, when it was about her, was from her family scolding her for doing something they thought would scare the kids. She wasn’t necessarily trying to be particularly scary, but she wasn’t exactly the most inviting person either.
“Better than hating him, right?” She offered. “Intense undue emotional distress sounds pretty accurate. Perhaps you’ll just have to convince him that marshmallows are the only thing getting thrown...” she couldn’t help but laugh.
She may have been better behaved the past century or so, but the first half of her life, she’d held little care for the lives of anyone around her. And even if she’d behaved during the times she’d spent around her family, she’d still never fully let go of the early centuries of her life.
“I want to claim that I’m not that easily pissed off.” But there had never been much of an in-between for her, with emotions. Either everything was over-controlled, or she was chaotic. “But that would be a lie.” Luna shrugged, smiling sweetly. “I might be a little bit petty.” But with everything else going on, she didn’t think she’d be likely to focus any anger on anyone but silas and the council.












