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Hal Yorke was involved tagentially (needstheroutine) wrote in wariscoming,

God she was probably right. No, no there was no probably about it was there. She was right and he was a fucking idiot. "I didn't know how to deal with it. With you, being here from when it seems you are. You've met Him now, dealt with all of that, you were cleaning up a mess I made a century ago and was happy to make again it seems and yet you wouldn't just end it, no one will, everyone seems to see me as this fucking perfect example. Mitchell, god Alex I'm like some goal he needs to reach. He looks at me, the Old One who got clean and for a while I thought I could help him, but how can I when you know exactly what the inevitable outcome is."

There it was, ghostly power and he shrugged, after all she'd said, she was right to say it. "I know what you were about to see, and no, I don't know who'd have won. He's very very good at killing us and I'm very very good at killing. When you told me, when I knew what I become I needed to see you, of course I needed to see you, but it was this or the blood Alex. It was this or find someone on the street and drain them dry. Or worse, a friend, someone who'd invite me in, trust me, one of the humans that's decided I'm worth a damn. So this, yeah its probably making me say things I wouldn't. It's probably made me all misappropriate but it also...its not blood."

With that, he lashed out, his hand meeting the cold brick of the nearest wall, cracking it of course, he was stronger than most. He wanted to do more than crack it though. He wanted to shatter it, tear it down. Destroy it.

"Jesus, Alex it's simple isn't it? Why will no one just do it, why does no one see its the only possible win scenario here. Its not that hard, just a stake and how many lives saved. Tell me that Alex. Tell me how many lives you'd save by just being brave enough to kill me"

He took the bottle and flung it to the ground furiously, turning on his heel to run from her futile as that was.