No, not one of the accusers. And if I was, I wouldn't make an accusation lightly enough to feel guilt over it.
Betty. Betty Cooper.
Something like that. I've been accused before over things I couldn't control. People aren't kind when they think something's wrong with the foundations that make up a person. That's a tale as old as time.
Ahhh. Blood is important, drastically so. My mothers and their mothers spent their lives weaving bloodlines to bring forth the messiah. Still. You are yourself as well.
That they brought me for that reason? I think it'd be a little foolish to bring someone who likes looking for clues when you have something to hide.
I know what it's like to lose family. But no. I didn't. My training was to injure, not kill. ( and if she'd killed him, she wouldn't have taken a knife to his spinal cord. there are easier ways to end someone's life with a knife. )
Perhaps the search for answers is as entertaining to our hosts as the questions.
Do you? You mention a father. Did you have siblings, a mother? [Perhaps it's cruel to demand more, to pry answers from Betty like splinters from flesh, but Alia is lonely and bored and the hours drag on and on and on.]
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Betty. Betty Cooper.
Something like that. I've been accused before over things I couldn't control. People aren't kind when they think something's wrong with the foundations that make up a person. That's a tale as old as time.
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It doesn't matter now. I suppose I am simply curious.
Betty. You know my name already, I'm assuming.
People fear what they don't understand. What are you, that they would feel similarly and accuse you thus?
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My father's daughter. Destined for darkness, I'm afraid.
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Mysterious girl. Your father's name taints your blood? My grandfather's does mine.
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His name and his genes, I guess. His blood. He was a serial killer and some like to believe that the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree.
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Ahhh. Blood is important, drastically so. My mothers and their mothers spent their lives weaving bloodlines to bring forth the messiah.
Still. You are yourself as well.
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We aren't our bloodlines. Neither of us.
Did they find their messiah?
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They did. My brother, Paul.
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Oh. I'm sorry.
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Unless you're the one who killed him, no need for apologies.
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I know what it's like to lose family. But no. I didn't. My training was to injure, not kill. ( and if she'd killed him, she wouldn't have taken a knife to his spinal cord. there are easier ways to end someone's life with a knife. )
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Do you? You mention a father. Did you have siblings, a mother? [Perhaps it's cruel to demand more, to pry answers from Betty like splinters from flesh, but Alia is lonely and bored and the hours drag on and on and on.]
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Yeah, siblings and a mom. A sister - Polly. I always looked up to her.
And a half-brother but he's a crazy story.
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Ah. You are the youngest? So am I. Paul is seventeen years older than I.
Crazy how?