Fascinating. Noah was fucking with her. He had to be. Theresa was used to not having hopes, and the few hopes she had were small. She pulled away from the possible warmth of the thought, focused on what he was saying.
"She seemed really...ambitious," she told him. The possibility of a dead Slayer was interesting. She wondered if it was like Whack-A-Mole, that you squashed one and another popped up in her place. If you kept killing them, would the supply eventually run out?
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on 2013-10-20 10:18 pm (UTC)"She seemed really...ambitious," she told him. The possibility of a dead Slayer was interesting. She wondered if it was like Whack-A-Mole, that you squashed one and another popped up in her place. If you kept killing them, would the supply eventually run out?
"Did she say how she was gonna do it?"