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[Liv sits behind him slurping out a pre-made brain milkshake. It was chocolate flavor to mask the smell. Not that she could taste it.

After a moment of silence she reaches up and softly pokes his cheek.]

*He looks up and her and smiles slightly.* I don't suppose I can fool you, can I?

I have a knack for knowing when something is up.

What's on that wendigo mind of yours?

You know what I am, too.

I was hoping to get someone to come help me. I have a mostly-true sob story and everything. *His smile is feral.* Or better yet, have some idiot try to bully me. It's always nice to do some good when hunting.

What do you need help on?

Also if you are wanting to put your skills why don't you hunt criminals? The streets are full of crime, you might be able to do some good. Just don't tell anyone I suggested that.

Nothing really, the incident I was thinking of happened in 1847. But if I leave that bit out it's a very heartrending story!

I do that occasionally. You'd be amazed how many idiots try to steal from someone who appears to be homeless, in fact.

[Well that caused Liv's expression to drop.]

Wow. I mean I don't know if I still age the same rate as I used to but being alive that long...I can't imagine that's easy.

What was it like back then?

It's not easy at all, lass. There are days when I spend half the morning amazed by light bulbs or the toaster. I'm too old to wrap my head around this stuff.

it was a lot tougher. More precarious. Or maybe we just noticed it more, I don't know. *He shrugs.* I've managed to hold on to a few bits of wilderness, but there was a time not so long ago that the whole country was wild.

Well I guess if you live long enough you'll see a lot of history repeating itself. At least that's what I'm told from movies.

[She frowns, suddenly curious about her age.]

What if I'm stuck this age for the rest of my undead life?

It does seem a bit more repetitive than one would hope, yes.

Then at least you won't get old and grey?

My hair is nearly white enough as it is, but you make a good point. No grey for me. Oh! And I won't have to experience getting all pruney and wrinkly.

Always a plus, I agree. *With a smile, he pats her on the shoulder.* If you're still hungry after that, we can always go hunting together.

As long as you don't mind doing the killing part.

And they have to be bad as in criminal bad. I don't want to hurt someone innocent.

Don't worry, I quite enjoy killing.

*A sigh.* Well, if you insist. They don't generally tend to advertise, mind you.