[ She listens to his rambling with patience, genuine in the desire to listen to whatever it is he feels like regaling her with, so long as it doesn't involve resurrecting the undead...
Even if— Well, the fact that she did wish to hear more about that is the worst of all.
Now he has stories of other lives, and that should also scare her. Why is it that Vanessa is always so drawn to that which frightens? She nearly releases his hands as something behind his eyes strikes an understanding in her that she can't recall feeling anywhere else before.
Or, has she? Before—? She has, but... Not with others. With someone who had his eyes. ]
Every once in awhile? [ She can't help but lean closer. ] How do you know?
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Even if— Well, the fact that she did wish to hear more about that is the worst of all.
Now he has stories of other lives, and that should also scare her. Why is it that Vanessa is always so drawn to that which frightens? She nearly releases his hands as something behind his eyes strikes an understanding in her that she can't recall feeling anywhere else before.
Or, has she? Before—? She has, but... Not with others. With someone who had his eyes. ]
Every once in awhile? [ She can't help but lean closer. ] How do you know?