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[minifridge]

You know they're just icons, right? [Mary brushes her hair out of her eyes and stares unimpressed into the... wherever it is she's looking.] There's really no need to obsess.

[She rolls her eyes and scoffs in an... incredibly teenage way.]

I don't even know why you made this account. It's not like there's a point. [squaring her shoulders determinedly, self-consciously aware that she looks a little silly.] My life will be way too boring for you to write anything about and that's just fine with me. Got it?

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[fridgetothefire]

What time is that?

[She tugs her shirt back on, looking away again.]

[minifridge]

1973.

[fridgetothefire]

I'm from 1968.

[Yeah, she doesn't hold out of a lot of hope for human nature changing in five years.]

[minifridge]

[Damn.]

Where?

[fridgetothefire]

[She shakes her head.]

It doesn't matter.

[minifridge]

Then maybe I'm wishing for the wrong thing. I wish you could live where I do. Even the mean or judgmental people are too polite and law-abiding to do anything like that.

[fridgetothefire]

Only because they're complacent.

If they were afraid, they would.

[minifridge]

When they're afraid, they run to the police, as if that would solve all their problems. They're just small town cops, though. They don't even bust kids for smoking pot behind the precinct.

[fridgetothefire]

That's not fear.

[Not real fear, not the kind that curdles and twists into hate. But everybody's capable of it.]

[minifridge]

...I know. I've seen real fear, I know what it can do.

If I was stronger, I'd stop hunting and get into something better. Hunters sometimes protect people in danger- sometimes people a little like you, but it's not really what people focus on.

[fridgetothefire]

What's stopping you?

[minifridge]

If I find my own niche in the hunting world now, I'll never get out. I can't raise my kids into this.

[She looks at the floor, biting her lip and trying hard to stay cool and not overshare with a total stranger.

Failing. Her voice is wavering, lip trembling.]

I want them to know what it's like grow up without being afraid. For when their daddy tells them he can beat up the monsters under the bed, they believe him and can sleep at night.

[fridgetothefire]

I asked you why not, but you told me why instead.

[It's a quiet observation. Anya doesn't have to say how much that means.]

[minifridge]

...What?

[Sorry, she's not following. To her it makes total sense. She's not getting into the business of protecting people because if she does, she'll like it and if she likes it, she'll stay. She can't stay. That's what's stopping her.]

[fridgetothefire]

You said you want to run away and not fight your parents' war. I asked you what was stopping you, and all you could tell me was why you wanted to get out.

[minifridge]

...Oh. You meant what's stopping me from getting out.

[Well now she feels a little stupid.]

Well, I guess- nothing, anymore.

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[fridgetothefire]

You don't sound happy about it.

[minifridge]

My parents were the only thing stopping me.

[Past tense.]

[fridgetothefire]

What happened?

[That's not sadness. That's interest.]

[minifridge]

They were murdered by a demon. It was possessing my dad.

[Which is just a conga line of trauma.]

[fridgetothefire]

What are they like? I mean, there are so many different stories...

[minifridge]

They're horrible. They don't have their own bodies at all and they just- they're awful, horrible monsters that ruin lives. That's all they do.

[fridgetothefire]

How?

[Details, Mary, details.]

I mean aside from the whole...[she waves a hand]...murder thing.

[minifridge]

A lot of murder. [S t a r e.] They make deals for people's souls, torture people, kill them, and usually kill people while possessing their loved ones so whoever survives is scarred. Forever.

[fridgetothefire]

Sounds awful.