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I'm sure you should take your own advice. If you spend enough time talking about it then it's important for you to do it.

But I understand what it's like to feel unbalanced.

Unsure of yourself.

Unaware... [she looks distant and tugs on a white streak.]

But you'll do okay. You seem to be doing okay. Breath deep and stay together. Just remember not to go down the hole.

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Uh. "The hole"?

[Her nostrils flare] It's... It's hard to explain.

[Cue a very sheepish smile.]

[Marcus is, sadly, used to that kind of reaction. Although he does try to discretely take a whiff of himself just in case.]

Okay. Let's start with: literal hole? Metaphorical hole? Emotional hole?

[She tilts her head at him before leaning back.] I suppose if you want to be succinct then metaphorical hole.

[And emotional, but she doesn't want to talk about that. Physical too.]

But based on something real. ...Are you familiar with Hemlock Grove?

I know what hemlock is. And I know what a grove is. So theoretically familiar, yes.

[Okay we're missing some connections. She scratches her head] Hemlock Grove is where I live.

I was playing in the Godfrey Steel Mill.

[And she's quiet again]

Oh. Got it. New Orleans. Is where I...reside.

...Why? Not that I haven't spent time in equally questionable locals, but, you know, not recreationally.

I was dared to.

What do you do in New Orleans? [Let's talk about you. Yes, let's do that she is a werewolf and she can see other werewolves does it work on other people? Other things? Her head tilts]

Dared. Sure. That changes everything.

[Marcus...arguably does not fall into the category of "people" anymore.]

Private detective. My partner and I specialize in...uncommon cases.

Oh! Like Sam Spade!

I'm a writer, I thrive on the meat of human experience. [and something in her smiles.]

Sort of, yeah.

[How many vampires did Sam Spade have to deal with? Jog Marcus' memory.]

Humans are pretty...meaty.

[Something one becomes keenly aware of when it starts to rot.]

[She does smile then, a little darkly, a little unbalanced. Then she shakes her head and shrugs] I wouldn't know.

Do you like being a Private Detective? Have you ever killed anyone?

Whoa! That is a...question. No! That's not-...I mean-...

[They were dead to begin with?]

No. But yes, I do like it. It's almost everything I ever thought it would be.

[Minus the pulse.]

Sorry, I'm Marcus.

You like killing people? Or being a private detective? [There's that unnatural feral smile again. white streaks frame her face and she tucks her feet under her.] You're not very specific for a detective.

...I'm Christina.

I like being a detective. You are morbid.

[But a lot of living people are.]

[Silly dead man. She's not people. Her smile fades.] I'm sorry. I didn't mean that sometimes I...

Sometimes I have a hard time. Now. Well I always had a hard time.

It's harder to deal with people. It was always hard to deal with people but I find it's harder lately.

No, don't worry about it. Everybody goes through, you know, stuff. Not to say that your hard time is less than or anything. Just that: you're not alone.

What, if you don't mind me asking, makes it harder now?

[Because curiosity killed the...Marcus, actually.]

[She is very very quiet.]

I went down the hole.

I don't want her to make my mistake.

Right.

[Again with the hole. Note to self: ask Dylan about holes.]

That's really thoughtful of you, but you also can't hold yourself responsible for other people's actions.

I'm not responsible.

Just warning her.

It can be bad.

[And the creepy smile is back.] You've never made a mistake like that?

[Marcus has gotten sort of used to creepy. It may not be for the best.]

I make mistakes all the time.

All. The. Time.

[And thanks for always pointing them out, Dylan.]

[She smiles, but it's a sad smile] Do you.

[Do you get people killed?]

[He got himself killed, isn't that enough?]

Sure, but you gotta learn from them and keep going. All we can do is keep going.

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