[This whole conversation feels surreal. This isn't the Eddie that she left back at the apartment, the way he's looked at her repeatedly tells her that much. But it's still Eddie. Just one that wished to be a vampire. And after everything they've all been through, she really can't blame him for wanting to be something powerful.
Wanting to be something that survives. She gets that on such a visceral level that she almost finds herself wishing for the same thing.]
So, are you thinking about drinking my blood right now?
[It's better to keep teasing and steer the conversation into light territory for now. Just because she knows that the topic of her death will come up eventually. And one reunion with Eddie was hard enough. A second one might kill her.]
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Wanting to be something that survives. She gets that on such a visceral level that she almost finds herself wishing for the same thing.]
So, are you thinking about drinking my blood right now?
[It's better to keep teasing and steer the conversation into light territory for now. Just because she knows that the topic of her death will come up eventually. And one reunion with Eddie was hard enough. A second one might kill her.]
You are, aren't you! It's okay. You can admit it.