[Sorrow is stumbling around the Lighthouse's keeper's house and rifling through all the cabinets. A loaf of bread in a wrapper falls to the side; there's a pack of dried fruit. He looks terrible, eyes sunken, shoulders hunched.]
I feel terrible today...isn't there anything not covered in grease? I can't eat anything here in my house. Pochemu
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What, do you think you caught vampirism from me?
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...I can't. I won't live...like this. I hate every moment of it. I'm trying not to go out of the Lighthouse, for fear of killing those around me. If I can just stay here...
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Still, I could come to the Lighthouse for assistence.
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How would you assist me? What could you do? What would you do?
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Giving you helpful advice? I do believe I'm the one with the experience here. Besides, you wouldn't need to worry about attacking me!
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[Coming and bringing the musket along, btw. Naturally.]
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Hello, Rip.
[He still manages his usual rueful smile -- and behind the lips, as he speaks, fangs catch the light for just a moment.]
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Now, aren't we looking cheerful.
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I'm not so cheerful these days, Lieutenant. I tend to keep to myself, but the ticking is becoming...unfortunate.
[He scans her over -- true to her words, he has no real desire to attack her. She looks human, but something about her repels the hunger. Fair enough.]
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I see you're already getting used to the advantages!
[Motioning to the chair, she grins.]
Ah, yes, the ticking. I'd offer you a relief for that, if I might not still have use for that thing myself.
[Never good to cut all your bridges, after all.]
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