#sim - Marcello Lupo

[plasma-tree]

B: "What?… Valerica would never. Just look at me." S: [Heavy sigh.] S: "You know she said the same thing about you. You're both tiptoeing around it. Just talk to her. Don't make her come to you."

B: "Bullshit! She's a knockout." S: "She thinks you're scared of her." B: "What? No, why?" S: "Because she's a werewolf."

B: "Yeah, but that's not like… Anything new. She's been one her whole life." S: "So… Talk to her. Wait-- give her an hour or two. I think she's still sore from last night." B: "Full moon. Right." S: "Full moon indeed."

V: Doesn't it get exhausting? Having all the furniture dragged out of my room when the full moon comes? S: No, not at all. V: I can't help but feel guilty. I feel like a burden. S: Valerica… You are not a burden. Don't talk about yourself like that. You're breakin' my heart. V: I don't mean to… Truly I don't. S: Then be nicer to yourself. V: Yes sir. S: Don't call me sir, sweetheart, I work for a living. S+V: [Quiet chuckling.]

S: "Marcello, what the fuck?" M: "Look, I'm not on fire, it's totally fine." S: "Then put out the fuckin' fire! Watcher, what is wrong with you?"

B: "Genuinely, what the fuck?"

B: "Hey, Valerica?…"

B: "Val?… I know you probably think I'm-…"

B: "…Mean as hell. Huh." B: [Hesitant pause.]

B: "Just, uh… Gonna turn this light out for you."

[plasma-tree]

V: How lovely it is to find friends when you're at your worst. V: Family, even.

V: A deal is struck, and the moon climbs up the sky. V: Like some unholy punishment.

V: Don't try to help me-- you'll only hurt yourself.

V: [Teeth chattering, nails scraping wood.] V: I think I just need a night or two alone.

V: I'm no saint, but I don't think I could cope if I lashed out again. V: I left that behind, no?

V: Maybe not. V: But I tried. That counts for something, doesn't it?

V: At least Sergio and Marcello were understanding. V: Bruto, though… I'm not sure. V: Lucia had been gone for a few years, at that point. The last time she saw me… I hadn't started turning, yet.

[plasma-tree]

his two kids aren't his favorite, his favorite is the werewolf they brought home

the ones he made give him high blood pressure