"Everyone keeps telling me how impressed I'm supposed to be with their magical powers. Maybe they should try using them for once." He hadn't heard the creature's name, but he had spoken to it, and there wasn't anything of Eden visible in those creepy black eyes. Just remembering the sight gives him shivers he hopes she would attribute to tiredness.
The girl had been his friend, too, but obviously they weren't friendly enough. He'd bought her a couple of dinners when she was feeling down, teased her about House and got into picky argments with her right up until the point when it looked like she might pull out a weapon (and, after three months in the city, he'd just about acclimatised himself to the idea of armed teenagers being a fact of life), but he hadn't known her. Even if he had - what the creature with her body had told him rang true - alcoholics could be masters of the art of hiding their condition right up until it tore them apart.
He'd indulge himself with guilt about that one later. Not his responsibility, maybe, but she had to be someone's.
"There's a story in the bible about Jesus coming across a man so riddled with demons he couldn't speak with his own voice. Jesus cast them out into a herd of pigs. That thing's borrowing her body - maybe it just needs to be given a home of its own." He wouldn't bring out the bible quotes with just anyone, maybe not even with her in a less vulnerable state, but it's not like his seminary education is a well kept secret between them. When you're near death you're closest to God. Maybe that gives him license for a moment's belief.
[don't go out tonight, 'cause it's bound to take your life]
The girl had been his friend, too, but obviously they weren't friendly enough. He'd bought her a couple of dinners when she was feeling down, teased her about House and got into picky argments with her right up until the point when it looked like she might pull out a weapon (and, after three months in the city, he'd just about acclimatised himself to the idea of armed teenagers being a fact of life), but he hadn't known her. Even if he had - what the creature with her body had told him rang true - alcoholics could be masters of the art of hiding their condition right up until it tore them apart.
He'd indulge himself with guilt about that one later. Not his responsibility, maybe, but she had to be someone's.
"There's a story in the bible about Jesus coming across a man so riddled with demons he couldn't speak with his own voice. Jesus cast them out into a herd of pigs. That thing's borrowing her body - maybe it just needs to be given a home of its own." He wouldn't bring out the bible quotes with just anyone, maybe not even with her in a less vulnerable state, but it's not like his seminary education is a well kept secret between them. When you're near death you're closest to God. Maybe that gives him license for a moment's belief.