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Ebola fought the urge to let her jaw drop at the snark comment. “Hmmm..You probably know me best by my new name~ ” Her rather reptilian tongue slipped out of her mouth to lick the excess. Now that was a sight that was bound to be familiar. The clothes weren’t the long badass jackets that he once made her wear, her makeup was dark and went down her cheeks. Her lips were a reddish black but she still had the same cute little dimples in the corners of her mouth. “Mmmm~”

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Those little diamond-shaped eyes. They'd caught his attention even before the tempting flick of her tongue. But that was around when the jolt of revelation hit him - and caused a slight physical toll that nearly ended in his own glass being undeliberately spilled all over at least one of them.

"Can't be. Verida?"

The answer didn't become any less obvious as he pulled down his shades, and leaned forward in his seat for a closer look at that suddenly distinct little face. 

"I am NOT your babe." She hisses, baring her needle-point teeth at the man. She is well aware of his hand, years of self defense classes and fighting classes have her on her toes and swift; frankly, quite comfortable in situations such as this.

"You oughta’", she spits back at him with her face wretched in disgust, "watch where you’re going." She says, surprisingly calm. "Bite me? Is that a threat?" She scoffs. Her body is a bit tense, slowly moving her feet into a much more balanced position.

The man's golden eyes narrowed into almost complete slits; and, without flinching, he cracked his wrist and swept out his arm, casting an abrupt rush of heat in her direction as the as the needle-sharp tip of his claw hoovered just below the monstress's chin.

"Nah, baby. This is."

"You'll be fine."

"I'm afraid it's very fatal."

"These test results...don't make any sense."

"How far can your arm go before it breaks?"

"I'll carve your eyes out with a spoon."

"What does (s)he have that I don't?"

"Why did he choose her instead of me?"

"...Why?"

"Make as many stab wounds as you want."

"I am destined as your tool."

"The girl must die."

"The boy must die."

"I want to taste your blood on my lips."

"Where do we go from here?"

"These voices...cease to let me be."

"I...can't stop crying."

"Use me as you will."

"None of it matters now."

"Shadows follow my every step."

"You've gone...completely mad."

"I'm barking mad."

"Winter is coming."

"I could kill you right now."

"You...You're dead!"

"May the lord have mercy on your soul."

"The mental ward let me out early this year."

"Oh how i miss the voices."

"Everyone is equal when they're dead."

"Cancel Christmas."

"Bring me more war."

"I love war."

"I piss on your traditions."

"I hate your heart."

"I hate your soul."

"I promise, you won't feel a thing."

"Bring her to me."

"Bring him to me."

"A few holes in the head give the madness more space."

"I hate everything about you."

"I will abandon you."

"What is that girl up to?"

"I am stretched on your grave."

"Kill me now.."

"If I fall from the grace of God where no murdered ghost can haunt me.."

"You are one in from the plank, don't make me push you."

"I don't care."

"Leave me behind."

"Everything you've told me was a lie!"

"Everything I've told you was a lie!"

"How could you ever think to leave them behind?"

"Someone should nail your feet to the floor."

"My last breath will be your curse."

"He will KILL you."

"She will KILL you."

"I did nothing."

"It was an accident!"

"You've killed your own brother!"

"I want nothing to do with him!"

"How can I possibly trust you?"

The crimson-faced stranger's skin none-too-quickly flushed about a dozen degrees warmer, as he turned and cast a dry, annoyed scoff towards the green creature.

One of his hands, the one not hidden in the deep pockets of his coat, almost seemed to glint...

"Who in the hell are you?"