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[HEY. Remember when Christina first got here and she was completely batshit insane and a few months later, she started evening out a little and acting semi-normal? Those were some good times.

Right now, she's sitting in front of her NV, looking coldly murderous. This is as angry as Christina's ever been since she destroyed Point Pleasant. Despite her fury, she's clearly been crying, but is trying to pretend she hasn't with teeth-gritted, wild-eyed fury.

Big, epic speeches aren't really a thing when you're shaking with rage, but Castiel already covered the murdering aspect, so she needs something else to get her disapproval across, but she still keeps it short and simple. Crowley may not have been overly compassionate, but he was genuine. Didn't lie to her, didn't spare her feelings, wasn't interested in her powers. Ambivalence in a sea of blind love and utter betrayal and hatred was a welcome alternative.]

A demon died the other night, but that's okay, because he wasn't a person, right?

If I find out that whoever killed him decided he needed to be put down because of what he is, then I'll show them what Hell really looks like. You'll find I'm not so easy to kill.

[She laughs- it's bitter and lacking humor.] It's funny. I actually believed for a second that the people in this town were tolerant.

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I'd not meant to cast aspersions on the decision. Merely remark upon the nature of it.

Most do... Cast aspersions, I mean. [So curiouser and curiouser...]

I'm hardly most people. I'll take the hand at face value.

Good to know. It's easier to trust people I know won't judge me just for what I am.

Might inquire as to what you are? Or would it prove over bold?

I'm the Antichrist. It's not much of a secret.

And yet I'm quite sure there are people here who remain ignorant of that fact. I wonder, would it affect how they see the game?

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They'd think I was a cute teenage girl, probably. Not a threat, easily cast aside, and as soon as they knew, they'd want me dead. That's how it worked in Point Pleasant.

An unfortunate turn to the hand, if not an unexpected one.

That was probably what my dad had in mind.

I wouldn't be able to say. It's hardly what I could call my area of expertise.

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