Murderous Intent

[Samantha McManus]

"You never did look away from my strangeness..."

[Atropha]

"I never felt I had to. Never wanted to."

[Samantha McManus]

"And I was wrong to deny you yours."

[Atropha]

"And how long will it be until you lose sight of the beauty of it again?"

[Samantha McManus]

"Is that what this is about? You're afraid I'll take it back?"

[Atropha]

"I'm afraid you will grow scared of what you are and fight it again."

[Samantha McManus]

"Is this about me, or you?"

[Atropha]

"Rather seems to be about us, no?"

[Samantha McManus]

"I know what I see in you now, and I know how it makes me feel."

"And I think... I think more than a little of me wants to know what you see in me, right now."

[Atropha]

That's a bit of a loaded question, if only because it forces Nailah to think about it and admit it to herself. Something she's been at least trying to avoid.

"You're... terrifying. Like a gathering storm in all it's glory and it's hard not to get swept up in it. And though the lightning hardly ever strikes - because it doesn't have to - it's intimidating and majestic. You always had that but for the first time it seems you're not ashamed of it. You're wearing it proudly, like a Venus in... well, feathers, I suppose."

[Samantha McManus]

"And you... your breath is the desert. You're curved claw and bared fang and secrets well kept..."

[Atropha]

"If you can tell me that this is who you want to be... That this is you and not something you'll despise once you shake it..." Maybe... Just maybe...

[Samantha McManus]

"You said yourself, I've got nothing to be ashamed of..."

[Atropha]

"And how could you..." she smirks, running a clawed finger along Sam's 'dress'.

[Samantha McManus]

"So there's my answer, aye? To hell with it. This is who I am."

[Atropha]

"Come on then, Morrigan. We're still on the hunt."

[Samantha McManus]

"Aye, and God help these sorry bastards if they try to stop us."