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[sathan]

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[laminae]

What, that desert place with the giant worms?

[At least that's clear to him.]

Maybe you were dreaming like normal, 'cause we haven't run into each other there yet.

[Though, as he says that, he blinks and scratches his head.]

- Wait, have we? [Why does that feel like deja vu? He furrows his brow as he considers that question.] - Yeah, no. We haven't.

[He... does not sound overly sure of that, though.]

[sathan]

You weren't there. Just the demon.

( the blood cleaned from her arm lilith begins to bandage it. she should do more, any mortal would need stitches for this but she isn't mortal and it won't be long before the bleeding ceases entirely )

You spoke to me once of a sword -- the grass sword.

[laminae]

Uh, yeah.

[She was dreaming. That's what this is, she was having a normal dream that felt real or the town was messing with her.

Or maybe it's the blood loss? Maybe he should have insisted on a hospital....]

Back home there are demons, and it wasn't one of them.

[sathan]

Perhaps not.

( she pauses briefly, masking her pain as much as she can as she wraps the wound, bandage the length of her arm from elbow to wrist )

Do you remember how you were formed? How this version of you came to exist?

[laminae]

[He slumps a little in his chair, going quiet so as to not bother her while she fixes up her arm.]

Yeah, I told you before. The Grass Sword and Finn Sword merged.

[Why are they even talking about this? He doesn't want to talk about this.]

[sathan]

And with a demon.

( with her bandaging complete she leans back in her chair, drinking some of her tea )

Two swords could not solely make the body you have.

[laminae]

Why not?

[He frowns. His memories of that whole nonsense aren't the clearest (they're completely blank, in fact), but that doesn't automatically mean demon.]

A paradox in a time loop made Finn Sword, why couldn't two swords make me?

[He feels a little defensive about this. Talking about how bizarre and incomprehensible his life is usually ends up making him feel like he's exposing raw nerves to lemon juice.]

[sathan]

Are you certain about that?

( because it did sound strange. either magic had done something or it was another outside force )

How much do you know of demons?

[laminae]

The ones back home are from the Nightosphere. And some of them have soul-sucking powers.

[He pauses a moment, thinking deeply, before finishing:]

Their blood makes a good sword, too. That's about it.

[sathan]

Their blood.

( he was the one that had said it )

You were a sword. Now a new body formed not only of the Grass Sword and the Finn Sword but the demon -- their blood forming what you are.

( it's the only explanation that she had )

[laminae]

What, so I'm not grass, I'm some screwed up demon blood junk??

[That sounds crazy, even to him. He's had a hard enough time wrapping his head around being a plant, he doesn't want to have to face something potentially worse.

His defensiveness is quickly becoming volatile agitation.]

No way. No way. I'm grass, that's all!

[sathan]

Or perhaps both.

( don't be rude, fern. demons are not junk and as crazy as it is she understands. she was the first demon, a witch that became something else )

A merging of both, the demon and the sword, the grass made physical. You didn't have such a life before.

[laminae]

No, I didn't!

[He pulls his hand out of his teacup, so that he can rest his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. This is really stressing him out, his head hurts, and the urge to smash something and feel better is rising.]

Look, I can tell you what memories I have from when I was the Grass Sword, and they were of being a sword. I remember being swords.

[sathan]

And now you're more.

( her tone is aimed to soothe. she's not oblivious to not recognise his distress but the truth is necessary even if it's difficult to acknowledge.

she leans forward, resting a hand close to him )

I wasn't always a demon.

[laminae]

[He doesn't want to be more. Or less. Or... whatever he actually is, because despite all his protests there's a creeping uncertainty worming its way into his brain and settling down. It's terrifying, as most existential matters tend to be, because at the end of the day does it matter whether she's right or wrong? He still has to deal with being something he doesn't fully understand - something he'll probably never fully understand.

Those thoughts make Fern tense up, digging his fingers into his grass. On edge, he stares down at her hand.]

What were you?

[sathan]

Just a witch.

( and even in the beginning she hadn't known that, discovering her magic after her exile from the garden )

I was created -- the first woman on Earth.

( and if the story continues she'll give him her full truth )

[laminae]

What the Glob - like a human? The first human?

[How's... that even work. He's still wrapping his head around other humans existing beyond himself - Finn, rather - he's never, ever given any thought to what the very first ones were like.

His mind is blown, and it's a welcome distraction from his own feelings, so even if it's rude he has to press the subject.]

What's that even mean??

[sathan]

( lilith nods at his question and rather going into what it means theologically she does something much simpler-- )

It means that I'm not Mary Wardwell.

( she won't admit that it's someone else whose life she assumed but act as if it were just a false name )

My name is Lilith.

[laminae]

[And that name means absolutely nothing to Fern. Guess what didn't survive the apocalypse?]

Uh -

[That doesn't actually answer anything to him, but it's clear to him it should, so he's a little embarrassed.]

O... kay. Why're you going by Mary?

[sathan]

It's a name I used in my home.

( time to bullshit an excuse. good job she has one )

Mortals don't know of witches or demons. I needed a name that they wouldn't recognise.

( because lilith is very well known. and she hates half of the stories that surround her )

[laminae]

[He's trying to sort all this out, but it feels like he's missing some pieces.]

But you were human too, right? Did you still go by Lilith when you were human?

[He has so many questions.]

[sathan]

I will always be Lilith.

( it was the first name that she had and it was her truth, as twisted as some had made it )

There are stories about me, ones that are no doubt in the library here.

( if he was curious enough )

[laminae]

[Well, now he wants to go to the library. A lot. He's still an intensely curious kid, and focusing on her would help him box up that talk about him being a demon.

Still....]

That sounds really personal.

[Like reading them would be an invasion of privacy. He lowers his hand, hesitating, before resting one on top of Lilith's.]

I'm not gonna read anything if you want to keep it private.

[sathan]

I wouldn't have told you if I did.

( her life had long stopped being private. lilith had never known what that was, to have one for herself. the closest life she had was as mary wardwell, the precious time she'd had with adam until it had been ripped away from her )

It's no more than what others would know already.

( on hearing her name combined with the first woman )

[laminae]

[That's... awful, frankly.

He might be a mess, but deep down he's still a good kid. Or at least, he came from a good kid.]

It's still your life. Even if everyone else knows about you, I only want to read those stories because you want me to.