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[Strung out]

Fix me. Fix me.

*stops and sighs*

*walking closer to her* There's nothing wrong. You're beautiful. You're perfect.

[Eyes wet with tears] No---Fix me..[Points to her chest] Inside, Nathan. I'm a monster.

*smoothly keeping his steps even and careful*

GeneCo can fix anything. Inside and out. We even offer easy financing...

*close enough to put his hands on her shoulders* You're not a monster.

Don't give me that, Nathan. Just don't. [Hides her face in her hands]

*and stops- instantly looking guilty*

What do you want me to say?

*cradling her*

I---I let my babies die. I let them die. And for what? [Curls against him] Endless surgeries and vials of Z? I'm a monster.

That doesn't make you a monster.

It makes you human. Fragile. You're allowed to be human. *low, half-whispering voice* In fact, I'm rather fond of you when you are.

That doesn't make you a monster. People weren't meant to be...monstrous.

[Clings tighter] You're...fond of me? [Hides her face against him] I'm sorry, Nathan. I shouldn't be piling all this on you..Once I get my dosage---I should be fine.

*a gentle hand against her hair*

It's no trouble. Talk to me. I'll listen.

...Joy? *frowns*

Grave Robber...My favourite person... [Sniffles] Got any?

Always, babe. How much do you need.

3 vials, please.

*reaches into his pocket and pulls them out, giving her a half for free*

[Forks over a wad of cash] You're the best.

*takes it and slips it in his pocket* You fancy tellin' old Graverobber what's wrong?

It's a long story, honey. [Glances at the vials] I needed my dosage, that's all.

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