[Given the opportunity, Benny would be among those imagining her with less blood on her hands-- but if she ever felt like telling him a little more, he'd be in no position to judge. It might have been different a century ago, but now--

Nah. He knew what it meant to have your hands stained like that. Maybe he'd never feel clean again, but what he felt underneath it all was proof enough to him that it didn't have to make you a monster.]

I might have to make sure to be extra stubborn about it, if it means I'm gonna get myself dragged.

[He grins. Doesn't sound like such a bad time to him.]

Little easier said than done, sweetheart, but I can make the effort. Bein' around people is dangerous for folks like me, you know. Well-- dangerous for them, I s'pose, though it's about time I stopped leaning on that crutch.