[She looks down with the faintest hint of a self-effacing smile. After all, one of her first friends in the City was Cinderella. There's only so much avoiding one can do. But she's not merely reminiscing; after a moment she meets his eyes again.]
[Cameron nods, slowly. He's not saying it, but she can imagine the problems inherent in trying to distribute a blood-based cure to people... yes, people, though trying to think of horror-film monsters as people still makes her rational mind rebel a little. She considers it for a long, quiet moment.]
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I'm sure my world was like yours until the outbreak. The so-called supernatural? For all I know, it never existed before.
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[She looks down with the faintest hint of a self-effacing smile. After all, one of her first friends in the City was Cinderella. There's only so much avoiding one can do. But she's not merely reminiscing; after a moment she meets his eyes again.]
You found a cure for vampirism?
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It's a virus. Not magic.
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Do you think it would transfer cross-universally?
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But the cure isn't easy.
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[Talking shop puts her at ease, in a way small talk never does.]
What are you hoping to do?
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Right now, the cure is transferred through blood. Most won't take it willingly, still, there is a way.
But I won't have it.
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You're hoping to isolate it? Synthesize it, maybe? [A pause.] There's no guarantee you could take it with you, you know.
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I have the time. Doesn't hurt to try.
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I'll help.