#and what's fucked up is that he's not really beating the allegations here. like... vin's right.

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memory management (brew 2)

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The Werewolf: "What?"

(John squares up.) "You didn't kill me. I know you thought about it, even if it was for a second. You had your chance after I... after I died. So why didn't you? Or are you still waiting?"

(The Werewolf storms right up to John's face, claw inches from his face.) "Fuck you, I'm not telling you!"

John: "Vin, you're hiding something from me. Tell me or I'll make you."

The Werewolf: "Are you threatening me? That's rich; and so are you! Don't think I didn't notice earlier... what are you hiding, huh? Did something jog your memory?"

"Or are you still hiding behind that flimsy ass excuse that you don't remember shit?"

(John's jaw clenches and keeps his stare even. Shit. That's all the answer he can give.)

"That's what I thought!"

(The Werewolf turns away with an irritated growl.) "I can't believe this! No, of course! It's the perfect excuse!"

"You're starting to remember. Aren't you? I wasn't sure..."

John: "When?"

The Werewolf: "That bed. There was a look on your face, like what you thought needed to be hidden."

John: "Vin, I'm... I'm not going to lie. This whole thing, what happened..."

(He falls silent. It's unraveling.)

The Werewolf: "No! Don't you start! I've been waiting to do this for a long time; I had to make sure. I... I didn't know how to go about it at first, but I'm glad I got here. I've realized something."

(His voice is low and bitter.) "You can't say anything because you don't want to take responsibility."

"Between your memories and that bastard manipulating everyone -- especially you -- what excuse do you have? That you were young? Clueless? It's easy to blame it something else."

John: "Vin, don't you fucking do this. I asked you a question."

The Werewolf: (laughs) "Don't you think mine's more important than yours? How about I ask you this then -- you still think I'm a monster?"

(The Werewolf turns to John.) "This monster saved us both from death. This monster freed themselves from a life of torture that he's ever known. Am I wrong?"

"Or are you scared of the truth?"

(The Werewolf lifts his finger.) "You think you're blameless, don't you?"

John: "This isn't simple as that."

The Werewolf: (angrily) "Then what is it? What's so goddamn complicated? Tell me I'm wrong!"

"You can't. You won't. This... all of this happened..."

"... is because of you."

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