[No no no no no no. His lips start moving and Roman's talking fast.]
I would have changed or something by now, wouldn't I? She wasn't real like you. She was a vargulf and she's dead.
[Real. Fake. She broke bones and killed innocent girls like the ones that she was once. Roman's grasping at straws. He had a vague idea of how this could be. And for a bit he was truly deceived by Peter's calm. Even though he has no intention of going anywhere, Roman grips the couch and straightens like he's going to bolt.
Celluloid monsters sometimes have their spells broken by death. But the vargulf from the start was an illness, was it not?
Face to face, eye to eye he locks onto Peter like a lifeline.]
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I would have changed or something by now, wouldn't I? She wasn't real like you. She was a vargulf and she's dead.
[Real. Fake. She broke bones and killed innocent girls like the ones that she was once. Roman's grasping at straws. He had a vague idea of how this could be. And for a bit he was truly deceived by Peter's calm. Even though he has no intention of going anywhere, Roman grips the couch and straightens like he's going to bolt.
Celluloid monsters sometimes have their spells broken by death. But the vargulf from the start was an illness, was it not?
Face to face, eye to eye he locks onto Peter like a lifeline.]
What do we do?