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Forgive me for asking such a question, but I'm in the middle of a project and I'm waiting for things to process. So I thought I might as well ask.

Your idea of "fate", should you believe in it. Does such a linear path bring you any comfort at all?

Or is it perhaps worth fighting against, if you aren't satisfied with your destiny?

Might as well have conversation on it.

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Speakers have their own concept of fate. We believe in it, yes, but we don't think of it as black and white like you say.

It's more like...if something is meant to be, destiny will do everything in its power to see it through to the end. But it doesn't always need to happen in the way destiny imagines it. And not everything is preordained like that. You can't always jump the track, but you can steer the ship however you'd like.

Do you have something on your mind?

And yet, you decided to go into the catacombs to find a savior. Not criticizing, just finding that particularly amusing.

I always do.

You were asleep. It's not like you were going to walk out and greet me in the village square.

You always look lost in thought when I see you. Would you like to share what it is that's got you lost this time?

All I mean is that you followed a story. Do you perceive it as if it would have been fated for us to meet?

I'm sure how I look is immensely different than, say, Trevor Belmont, who lacks most thoughts and has an empty mind. Regardless, I suppose I'm just thinking about what it would be like to take the reigns of fate for myself, if it were at all possible.

It's impossible to know for sure. But with the way things happened...don't you think so?

If you'd listen to him instead of jumping down his throat, you might find he thinks about more than you realize. But whatever you're planning to do, I don't see why it shouldn't be. You can live your life how you choose.

It's a bittersweet thing for me to consider, you realize. Though it is a thought I've had more than once.

Oh, I'm the one that jumps down his throat now.

I know it is. If you'd rather not think about this, that's okay.

I also didn't claim it was only you doing the throat jumping. I wish you'd both quit doing that.

It's fine. It's nothing I haven't considered before.

The last time he decided to speak to me it was about finding you a place to eat. How he'd fix things with you when he couldn't with me.

I...have my thoughts about my place in all of this. And I don't know if it was truly the only way that chapter in our story could have gone, is all. I wish we could have met under better circumstances, truly, but I wonder if I'd change how it happened, if I could.

...What do you think he was trying to fix?

I wondered, a few times. Maybe I'd have encountered you and your people while I was traveling. Or perhaps Belmont in a tavern. One that was shady, of course.

I don't know. Maybe he had the sense that your memories were not aligned? I couldn't say for sure.

Maybe we could have met in the woods, somewhere. I would be traveling, you would be out for a run as a spooky wolf, and I would throw you some scraps of food to keep you away from our wagon.

Not that you would have been pleased with that. I suppose if I had to pick, I'd actually prefer you nagged me about the castle.

But that isn't what I meant. What could he have been fixing with you?

Not a dog person?

He wouldn't really know. Not that I think he wanted to know. But it's not something I'm willing to discuss like this.

I like dogs! They're cute. Smart, too. I was just taught to be wary of ones that might bring their hungry pack back to have Speakers for lunch.

Well. What if I want to know? How would I go about learning what you need?

That's fair to assume.

It's
Well.
There came a day here a few months back where I suddenly woke up with additional memories, and wounds on my body that would not easily heal. Trevor helped Jojo come up with a way to assist me physically.
I'm unwilling to specify further in this method. We can speak in person if you'd like later.

[She almost types "I wasn't there," because she realizes. It must have been after they'd left, when he was alone. She knows, she knows how you wound vampires, but no, she can't say it, he doesn't want her probing questions. It's like a knife shoved right alongside all the others lingering in this wound from Lindenfeld, instruments of guilt she isn't ready to pull out and let flow freely. How did everything go so wrong?]

I'm so sorry. Thank you for telling me.

If it's alright, I would eventually like to talk in person. Whenever you feel ready. I could bring ice cream?

I didn't want either of you to feel responsible.

[Despite everything, that much is true. There is a bit of shame in what happened, but he doesn't want to guilt them about this either.]

I'll be free in about an hour.
Ice cream would be nice.

I understand the thought...but you were hurt. I don't want it to weigh down on you if we feel one way or another about it. You're telling us the truth, and that is what matters.

I'll be there around then. With ice cream. Anything you happen to be craving?

The physical injuries were not the most troubling. Those were healed.

Hm. Honey and lavender sounds nice.

I know. But whatever it was, you don't speak of it like it was only cuts and bruises.

[Those wouldn't trouble him. Those healed, and something else didn't. Part of her honestly thinks of her friend as something approaching invincible, at least physically, but in the end there are so many other ways you can hurt a person.]

I'll see what I can do.

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