Lotte watched him lean in, amused. They'd had more to drink than this before, hadn't they? And yet she'd never seen him anything approaching drunk, but there was that telltale fuzziness in his eyes that said otherwise now. The whole thing ought to have been preposterous - here she was drunk in her home with a man - not so much as a man as a thing that looked like a man - talking about murder and race and all sorts of things she'd never imagined talking with anyone about. Yet here they were, oddly two of a kind in their own ways.
"I don't see how being born could be my mistake. Pregnancy could be a mistake, I guess, depending on the circumstances... but my parents did want a child. They just didn't want this child." Lotte sucked the remainder of the whiskey from her lower lip, still mulling over her answer.
"No." She sat up a bit, leaning into him as well. That fire was back in her eyes, and her fingertips felt hot, though even he wasn't sure if that was from the drink or her own power manifesting. "I think they made a mistake when they treated their child like chattel. It's just lucky for them I'm too far away to claim payment for that mistake in blood."
Lotte considered another shot, thought better of it before her fingertips reached the bottle.
"Thinking your parents made a mistake giving birth to you because you held them responsible for sins they committed against you after you had already been born...?" Lotte shook her head, messy curls bouncing around her. "No. Sounds pretty damn feckless to me."
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Lotte watched him lean in, amused. They'd had more to drink than this before, hadn't they? And yet she'd never seen him anything approaching drunk, but there was that telltale fuzziness in his eyes that said otherwise now. The whole thing ought to have been preposterous - here she was drunk in her home with a man - not so much as a man as a thing that looked like a man - talking about murder and race and all sorts of things she'd never imagined talking with anyone about. Yet here they were, oddly two of a kind in their own ways.
"I don't see how being born could be my mistake. Pregnancy could be a mistake, I guess, depending on the circumstances... but my parents did want a child. They just didn't want this child." Lotte sucked the remainder of the whiskey from her lower lip, still mulling over her answer.
"No." She sat up a bit, leaning into him as well. That fire was back in her eyes, and her fingertips felt hot, though even he wasn't sure if that was from the drink or her own power manifesting. "I think they made a mistake when they treated their child like chattel. It's just lucky for them I'm too far away to claim payment for that mistake in blood."
Lotte considered another shot, thought better of it before her fingertips reached the bottle.
"Thinking your parents made a mistake giving birth to you because you held them responsible for sins they committed against you after you had already been born...?" Lotte shook her head, messy curls bouncing around her. "No. Sounds pretty damn feckless to me."