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Um, thanks. I think.

[ The attempt at humour sits well with her, at least, even if it falls a little flat. She's pretty sure a neonate has to be a babby vampire, right? Probably.

It's that last bit she's more concerned about, anyway. ]

I... see. Um. Do you actually believe that, though? That we - they're cattle, I mean. Or is that just something you - you sort of train yourself into thinking? So you don't feel so bad doing what you have to do?

[ Because she understands that, at least. The presumed necessity of it. The fact that Beckett and his friends aren't cruel about it indicates that if nothing else. ]

[That her response is good - or at least, not that bad - is a tangible relief.] You should have a party. Though I'm afraid that we are all out of the immortality and superhuman powers that normally go with the package. But at least you could still enjoy the sun, if it ever shows up.

[It's something he might have said to someone in her situation back in his own world, except he is much less sarcastic about it. This is, he realizes through the mental haze of acute physical discomfort, a very strange conversation.]

I - [he begins to answer as casually as he might have in his own world, too, but pauses, almost like he's thinking better of it.] I'll answer you if you want, but I should warn you that you won't like it.

I - wow, this is awkward. I wouldn't want immortality. I died by - by choice. So it-- I can forego the party.

[ Have a really rubbish attempt at a laugh. LIKE REALLY SUPER RUBBISH. ]

And - ummm. I suppose that means I know what the answer is, doesn't it? That's terrible.

[ It's not a condemnation - she's sad for him more than anything else. It sounds like a very lonely way to think about things. ]

[There's a soft hiss of breath from his end that he clearly didn't mean to let escape. Nothing very dramatic, but enough to make it obvious that he isn't happy to be hearing this. It is pretty incredibly awkward. It's a moment before he speaks.]

In my experience, immortality, much like life, is what you make of it. The first or second t- time - [Now is actually a good time for the coughing to start up again. There you go, Beckett, found the bright side...]

Pardon - ugh! [There's a clatter as he briefly moves the tablet aside, so she won't have to deal with even less pleasant noises.] Perhaps you should speak with one of those boys who go on about hopes and dreams. They'd make... less distressing conversation partners. If nothing else.

I really don't think my level of distress is what's important here. That sounds - do you at least have some water nearby? That has to be heck on your throat.

[ It's much easier to fuss at other people than be fussed at herself. And she doesn't really think now is the time to explain why death was the only option for her, since it's only likely to make Beckett feel worse. ]

[Oh lord, not more fussing... though better her than many others, he has to admit.] Yes, it's fine - you do realize that a proper damned soul isn't likely to be offended by the word "hell", yes? [Back to some attempt at humour. And he does let her hear that he is taking a drink. Anything but fussing.]

But perhaps it should be. I am asking for... what may turn out to be a lot, already.

Sorry, um. Force of habit.

[ She's mollified by him taking a drink, at least. HE GETS TO ESCAPE THE FUSSING.

FOR NOW. ]

And I told you, you're not really asking for anything at all. I'd try to be nice to your friends even if I didn't know they were your friends! Despite them potentially seeming, um, odd.

'Odd' may turn out to be an understatement.

[It could be a joke, but it isn't. He'd said that they wouldn't hurt her and he stands by it, but...] I did note that you tend to be nice to - well. Everyone. You put up with me, after all. But I am asking you to be kind to ones who might not be kind to others. You should know. It is a favour. My kind takes those very seriously.

I-- oh, I don't just put up with you! You're my friend!

[ She's taking the kind of tone that should really be accompanied by a slap on the wrist. ALAS, DISTANCE. ]

But I'll do it if it comes to that, I promise. Even if I still don't think it counts as even a little favour.

[Friend, she says, as if he'd never outright said that his kind don't deal in friendship. He should find it irritating, but... she may not know what privileges she'd earned with him by her agreement, but he does, and he won't forget.]

Thank you, Angel. [You might think a warm tone would be awkward from him, but it isn't at all. It's quiet, but natural.] In this case, I hope I can at least be a good friend to you.

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PLS HE'LL HAVE TO DO BETTER THAN THAT

DON'T TEMPT HIM

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