( Okay. Oh, God. She looks like she might be ill. ) Right. In my world, charming place that it is-- well, simply put there was an invasion. Of monsters, monsters invaded, and humans lost, basically. They're not doing so well. And, in some cases, monsters and humans bred.
( Just don't look at him, just keep gesturing and pacing. Yes. Good. ) And then there are the devils, and they and the monsters hate each other, and if a human sells their soul to the devils, they can get powers to fight monsters. "Sulfur slaves," they're called.
( A slow wheeze. ) God, this is like horribly executed exposition in a tawdry novel. Except I can't skim over it and get straight to the smut.
[He looks distant for a second as he gets lost along a line of thought, like what it must be like having a half-monster for a dad and if that was scary and then how awful it must be to have people get all judgmental about it and -
Wait a second, she's coming out to him right now, isn't she? That's what this is.
Jesse immediately puts his cup down on the table and straightens his posture.]
Whoa, hey - You know that doesn't matter to me, right? I'm not racist or anything.
( Oh, Jesse. She hangs back, keeps from latching onto him with a hug, although it is extremely tempting. )
They hate us because they're scared. Hybrids are dangerous.
( Gently, stepping a little closer, and crouching down with the coffee table between them. In light of this information, the puncture scars on her body might make a little more sense. )
[It's said in a matter-of-fact way, not self-deprecating.]
I am... really fucking terrible, actually. But that's how come I know the difference between being bad and just being born a certain way that people don't like. And that's bullshit. And you don't deserve to be treated bad 'cause of it.
[He's not quite comfortable with laughing about this when she was looking so upset a minute ago.]
I'm not saying it's okay to hurt people, but there's a difference between doing it because you have to and doing it because you want to. A big difference.
I'll do my best. Purely out of my affection for you.
( Trying to be light, because that's the only real way she has of coping, even if it ring false. Excuse her, she is going to just wrap him up in a hug and rest her chin on his shoulder. )
Is it okay if we just hang around here for a while, or do you need to go somewhere?
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Um. Right, okay. Well. In the course of your time in Exsilium, have you ever-- met people who weren't human? Strictly rhetorically speaking.
( Chewing them nails. )
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( Okay. Oh, God. She looks like she might be ill. ) Right. In my world, charming place that it is-- well, simply put there was an invasion. Of monsters, monsters invaded, and humans lost, basically. They're not doing so well. And, in some cases, monsters and humans bred.
( Just don't look at him, just keep gesturing and pacing. Yes. Good. ) And then there are the devils, and they and the monsters hate each other, and if a human sells their soul to the devils, they can get powers to fight monsters. "Sulfur slaves," they're called.
( A slow wheeze. ) God, this is like horribly executed exposition in a tawdry novel. Except I can't skim over it and get straight to the smut.
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[He's kind of lost on the relevance here. Jules really looks upset, though, so he offers sympathetically:]
That sounds pretty terrible.
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She nods, swallows a little bit. )
I'm a hybrid.
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My father is half monster and half human, and my mother is human.
( Another attempt at a smile, but it's a bit weak. ) My family are, ah. Rather frowned upon.
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[He looks distant for a second as he gets lost along a line of thought, like what it must be like having a half-monster for a dad and if that was scary and then how awful it must be to have people get all judgmental about it and -
Wait a second, she's coming out to him right now, isn't she? That's what this is.
Jesse immediately puts his cup down on the table and straightens his posture.]
Whoa, hey - You know that doesn't matter to me, right? I'm not racist or anything.
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They hate us because they're scared. Hybrids are dangerous.
( Gently, stepping a little closer, and crouching down with the coffee table between them. In light of this information, the puncture scars on her body might make a little more sense. )
We've got a bad reputation.
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( Desperate, a little raw. ) I've done bad things, but I'd never hurt you or Lisbeth or Stanley.
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Maybe it can just... wait for later. She needs a hug, so she's pushing the coffee table out of the way. )
Thank you.
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You don't gotta worry about this stuff with me, okay?
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( Let her just rest her cheek on his shoulder, squeezing him as well before she pulls back. )
You're a good man, Jesse.
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[It's said in a matter-of-fact way, not self-deprecating.]
I am... really fucking terrible, actually. But that's how come I know the difference between being bad and just being born a certain way that people don't like. And that's bullshit. And you don't deserve to be treated bad 'cause of it.
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( It's just what hybrids have to do. But, as Max said, she could be doing worse with the hand she's been dealt. Easing back, she sits on her heels. )
Hey, now. I mean, my dental work alone. Horrific.
( They can laugh their way out of this, right? )
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I'm not saying it's okay to hurt people, but there's a difference between doing it because you have to and doing it because you want to. A big difference.
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If you regret it, that's different, too. Not everyone does.
( Those are the people she has to hurt. The ones who are guilty with no regret. )
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Yeah. Yeah, so... don't beat yourself up.
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( Trying to be light, because that's the only real way she has of coping, even if it ring false. Excuse her, she is going to just wrap him up in a hug and rest her chin on his shoulder. )
Is it okay if we just hang around here for a while, or do you need to go somewhere?
( her finest coping methods, contact and booze )
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[They have similar coping methods. He draws closer and snuggles right up to her.]
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BECAUSE HE IS
whatever she is just going to hug him for an embarrassingly long time, that's the way to adult. )