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You're correct, mundane. The skulls of the dead "monsters" will not work for me. Do you realize it's time to move away from that, yes?

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Mun was cracking up reading that.

I'm still not seeing why it's an issue to begin with.

Oh, goodie. Glad we got that cleared up.

Who are you to judge our way of life?

Look, I'm not judging. I'm just sayin', people aren't gonna appreciate it if they find out you've been hacking up their dead and taking their heads. They're really not gonna appreciate it.

You think I am not aware of that? The Romans had the same reaction to my people for centuries.

Maybe you should've listened.

Listened? The people who took my ancestors' lands and slaughtered innocent people? Taking our faith and culture because they thought the Celts were barbarians? The same ones who blamed my mother for being violated by a demon? The ones who tortured me as a child?

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[Well isn't it an old friend. Loosely, use that term as loosely as possible. But he's not judging.]

We meet again, blaidd.

My host believes my presence may lift your spirits. I think she should encourage your interactions with the other wolf.

I-

That would be possible... I cannot explain what it is about your presence. Or would you rather be at the feet of Gwynn ap Nudd?

Oh, is that who you're mad at? Coulda fooled me.

Listen, kid, there aren't any Romans on the island, just a lot of scared people and you can't have their heads.

Again, you make assumptions. Someone in my position couldn't even do that; there is a difference between desire and action, boy. Ovates and Bards don't partake in battle; I only break that code when I see fit to defend myself. Or does that not fit you?

Would you like to my head? Will that sate you?

[That question slices right through him. Because he longs for home, even now, hundreds of years after he'd been banished. But Regina-]

I long to be at your feet or by your side. But that is not how things must be, Gwenhwyfar.

So that's why you tried to recruit my partner into headhunting for you? Now things are starting to make sense. I guess.

Why is that?

[To both, really. It puzzles her, it's a foreign concept to the woman.]

What were you expecting out of me?

Kid, you're a skull collecting demon. So, not a lot. Not much at all.

[He hesitates a moment, not wanting to show how much he has changed.]

The fates are unkind to those of us from the Other World. But you have shown me kindness for a brief time.

I am well aware, both as a witness and experiencing that first hand.

And I am not a kind creature. I don't deserve kindness.

And you think I am kind? Do you take me for some dog. Some puppy. I'm not. That is the last thing I will ever be.

The blood of thousands of mortals stains my fur. And thousands more will fall at my feet when you have long since perished from this world. [A pause. He calms.] But you deserve so much, and I would like to give you such.

And? Pure bloods deserve to lose their heads. I don't see them caring for any of their offspring or the damage they've inflicted.

I've said it once and I will say it again... I can't have happiness, blaidd. The blood of innocent has also stained my hands; you aren't the only one.

If by "pure blood" you mean "demon", there's at least one thing we agree on.

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