I don’t know, you seem pretty boring already.
You haven’t proven yourself to be much better.
Well, God, I’m sorry that you dislike the fact that I actually care about people. And said people don’t want me heading down the path of death and destruction, which I am quite happy with.
That you actually care about people? What happened to all those lives you took in New York, you didn’t care then. How long can you live this charade, Anneliese? People don’t change, and you’re no exception. Who is there to care for you? Your ex-boyfriend and his danger-loving girlfriend? Sounds like quite the group of people.
That’s like every other girl saying she’s not like every other girl.
You’d be surprised.
I wasn’t calling you a scene boy! I am certainly not a preppy cheerleader either. I was using as a comparison. I like the nickname though. Coming from such a sinister guy, it’s rather…cute? Oh I’m sure you’re sooooo complicated. You are just so mysterious and complex.
Well if I laid it all out there on the table for you that’d make me pretty boring, wouldn’t it?
Everything changes, I guess it was my turn to turn into something better.
Something better? Look at you. You’re a cowardly dog with her tail tucked between her legs. There’s nothing better about you.
I think I’ll pass.
You’re going to pass?
The hell happened while I was gone?
There seems to be a lot of them around.
There are none like me.
There’s no way I could hurt anyone, my hands heal people, my body is set for healing others, not hurting. We’re polar opposites. You hurt, I mend. You are night, I’m day. You’re a scene boy, I’m a cheerleader. You are an apple and I’m an orange. Wow I’m really liking these comparisons a little too much.
Scene boy? You know nothing about me, little orange. I’m a lot more complicated than that.
I’m looking after my friend who has the mentality of her 10 year old self, this is what it does to me. Deal with it.
Jesus, I don’t know if I like this so much. You and I are going to have to have some serious one on one time.
Understandable. Constantly hurting yourself with no joy since you keep healing, sucks. Sounds like a thrill. I can’t believe I’ve never tried it before.
That’s why you hurt others, coming from someone else who can heal, one would think you’d be able to understand where I’m coming from.
Don’t get smart with me. I’m a feisty bitch, y’know.
I can’t help it. You may be a feisty bitch but I’m fucking asshole.
No need to be so.. violent. You could just, uh, break their fingers instead of necks?
No need to be so violent? Has my Lilith left this body? Am I talking to her empty shell or something?
Ohhhh you got me there! I am just too stupid. So, if you just love hurting others, why don’t you just go hurt yourself, immortal boy. Not like you’d die.
You can only hurt yourself so many times before it gets boring. Besides, I don’t enjoy hurting people, I just don’t mind it. I enjoy killing people, that’s where the real fun is.