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Lute: "I'm not leaving without-"

Demon Charlie: "You're leaving now. You're not, TOUCHING THEM."

Lute: "I-"

Demon Charlie: "And you know what? You're right. Vaggie's more used to carrying a spear than a baby- thanks to the life you gave her- and so WHAT? She sure as HELL cares more about that kid than you EVER could. And it doesn't MATTER if she doesn't know how to be a mother or whatever! She isn't doing this alone. We won't be doing this alone."

Vaggie: "... sweetie? You can swear this one time if you want to. I've got it's ears covered."

Demon Charlie: "Thanks." (to lute) "So fuck off."

Lute: (glances behind charlie, at the rest of the hotel crew huddled around vaggie and the baby)

Lute: "...."

Lute: "Fine. They'll come to me in the end, anyway."

Vaggie: "What do you mean?"

Demon Charlie: "No they won't. Why would ANYONE want-"

Lute: "They will. They have a purpose. All exorcists do- it's why I never had to force any of them to stay, or to kill. It's what they were meant for." (smiles at vaggie) "You felt it, didn't you? Every day down here when you didn't stab one of the demons around you. Every time, when you used to run your spear through another sinner's heart. That-" (points at the baby) "-spear."

Vaggie: "....I know, now, that thinking about it makes me feel sick."

Demon Charlie: (blocking lute's view) "Point at them again and I'll rip your other arm off."

Lute: (ignores her) "Sick, oh I'm sure it doe- sick with what you don't have. You did SO well answering that need, for a while at least. That's why there's a baby in your loving, blood soaked arms at all, remember?"

Angel Dust: (leaning down to whisper at vaggie) "Les jus' kill her. Yeah? Heaven won't miss a piece a work like her."

Vaggie: "We're on thin ice already. If a seraphim joins the next fight..."

Husk: "Fu- OW!"

Niffty: "Shh!" (pokes him again) "No swearing!!"

Cherri Bomb: "I could make it look like an accident. Ten thousand scattered bits of bitc-"

Niffty: (stabs her) "SHH."

Cherri Bomb: "You little-!"

Lute: "Squabbling already? How wholesome. How loving."

Vaggie: "Everyone shut up."

Lute: "That child will hate you."

Demon Charlie: "YOU shut up!"

Lute: "They will hate you, and this place, without even knowing why. The questions will bring them to heaven's gates one day, searching for answers. And I'll be there. Waiting. Waiting to put a blade in their hands- where it belongs."

Demon Charlie: "Then go back there and wait, and have fun waiting FOREVER. Alone."

Lute: "Not forever."

Demon Charlie: "Go."

Lute: "And I won't always be alone." (opens wings) "How about you, though?"

(flies off)

Vaggie: "....she's gonna try again. She's not good at waiting for stuff."

Charlie: "Then we'll tell her to f- to fly off then, too."

Vaggie: "She won't listen."

Charlie: "She will when she's down here. She will when I say so. Okay?"

Vaggie: "....sure, babe."

Cherri Bomb: "Great! Can I try blowing her up next time at least?"

Vaggie: "Seraphim."

Cherri Bomb: "UGHHHH. Maybe Pentious will do it for us, once he finds out about all this."

Angel Dust: "Now THERE'S an' idea! Aw, I almost hope he gets thrown out tryin'... I kinda miss the b... buddy boy."

Cherri Bomb: "Nice save."

Angel Dust: "Thanks."

Husk: "How. Am. I. Supposed. To Talk. Around The... Kid...."

Niffy: "Almost there!!!"

Husk: "If... I... Can't... FFFFF.... Swear."

Angel Dust: "One little BABY word at a time, grumpy cat~"

Husk: (hisses)

The Baby: (wakes up) (starts fussing)

Husk: (hunching down) "I didn't mean to- I didn't-"

Charlie: "Shh it's okay. We know."

Vaggie: (panicking) "Charlie- what do I..?"

Charlie: "Try rocking them. Slowly, okay? Or walking with them. Mom and dad did that with me a lot when I was small."

Vaggie: "Okay- okay...uh..." (gingerly starts pacing)

Vaggie: "H-hey there. Rough start, huh?"

The Baby: (cries harder)

Vaggie: "Yeah. Same, honestly."

Angel Dust: "Welp. Kid's got lungs, ain't they."

Cherri Bomb: "It's good that it's loud. Means it's, like, healthy or whatever?"

Vaggie: "They."

Cherri Bomb: "Oh. Weren't you just calling-"

Vaggie: "I don't know what I'm doing, but I know that's, wrong. Right?"

Charlie: "Well we won't REALLY know until they can talk back and start telling us about themselves-"

Vaggie: "It's wrong talking about them like they're still my stupid weapon."

Charlie: "....Vaggie..."

Vaggie: "Like I've been doing."

Charlie: "No. You haven't. No one who's actually been listening to you would think that. Whatever you say to them, if you say it in the voice you've been using, then..."

Charlie: "...I think they'll understand. I think they'll get it."

Vaggie: (scowling) (tearing up) "Get. What?"

Charlie: "That you're right here for them." (wraps arm around vaggie and paces along with her) "And they're safe."

Vaggie: "....are they?"

Charlie: "With you? Yeah. I know they are."

Vaggie: "How do you-"

Charlie: "You're wings are out, Vaggie. They're been out this whole time."

Vaggie: (tucks wing around charlie) "What if they're not enough?"

Charlie: "Well that's what I'm here for. One pair of horns, one pair of wings... one whole eternity to figure this out. Together." (kisses vaggie's forehead) "I promise, we'll figure this out."

Vaggie: "...."

Niffty: "......."

Niffty: "I think we should name them DEATH RATTLE~"

Charlie: "Ah ha ha! Vetoed."

Niffty: "Awwww, but-!"

Vaggie: "Nope." (clears throat) "Not happening."

Niffty: "It's the PERFECT NAME for a baby! It has a RATTLE in it!"

Husk: "And you want them to grow up with that?"

Niffty: "Booo..."

Angel Dust: "How about-"

Vaggie: "No."

Angel Dust: "Toots c'mon! I didn't even-!"

Vaggie: "No."

Cherri Bomb: "TNT? Trini, for short?"

Charlie: "Okay this is-"

Husk: "Brandy."

Vaggie: "Your suggestions are making them cry worse."

Charlie: "Probably not, but still-"

Lucifer: "DUCKY!"

Charlie: "WHOA MOTHER- UNHOLY- DAD!"

Lucifer: (hovering over them and the baby upside down) "They look like a ducky to me!"

Charlie: "Dad...."

Vaggie: "Sir, respectfully..."

Chaggie: "No."

Lucifer: (drooping) "Phooye." (sighs) "Maybe for the next one?"

Charlie: "The next one- the next- the WHAT!?"

Vaggie: "Charlie shh! The baby!"