" — And if I start to turn anyway?”
She thinks of Ginger, of who she’s becoming. What happens if they can’t cure this? What happens if she loses her sister entirely? She tries to think of her options, and she finds herself coming up short. There are only two options, if the worst happens: kill Ginger, or let Ginger kill.
She isn’t sure why she’s asking Sam, as though she thinks it’s comparable. Ginger is all she’s had for the past fifteen years. She’s known Sam for a number of weeks, and their bond is based solely off the fact that anyone else would call them insane.
"What would you do then? Say you make this cure for me and it still doesn’t work?”
Sam looks disturbed for only a brief moment before his brows pull together and he places his cigarette between his lips. He pushes himself off the wall by his shoulder blades and he steps up to her, leaning close. He does not want to say this to her-- does not want to frighten her-- but his options are the same as hers. Kill her, or let her kill. While he is not a fan of the human race as a whole, he cannot allow a giant wolf beast to go around slaughtering everyone in Bailey Downs.
"--I would kill you."
