room 216 ; saturday afternoon

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A weekend spent in here and now was a good weekend as far as Sam was concerned. He hadn't even existed last weekend so, slow or not, this weekend was gonna be a good one. He'd spent the morning talking to people in Seattle and he'd even gotten a visit from Ashley. She'd been pretty scarce lately and when Sam had asked about it, she'd just given her head a shake and kept typing on her Blackberry.

Sam took that as meaning she'd just been busy and he needed to not worry. Or something. So, that's what he was doing right now. He was not worrying about anything. He'd gotten mail from his mom and Haley that morning (a care package containing cookies) and he was nibbling on those every so often while exchanging text messages with Ramon.

Poor Ramon was still adjusting to the whole were-bear thing and was bitching about Frank nearly peeing himself when he'd run into a transformed Ramon in the hall and hadn't expected it. Sam was just lucky that Brannoc and his family were around and were helping Ramon through since he wasn't really there right now.

Ramon forgave him and even started sending him stupid, joking text messages about them getting married and running away and living as husband and husband. It was just good to joke with his friend and, for a split second, the part of Sam that was constantly reminding him that he'd go evil one day disappeared.

It was just a second but still, it'd been nice.

[Door cracked, post open.]

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Yeah, Kate still wasn't really seeing his evil potential, and looked him over skeptically. "Why? Evil, barring mental breakdown... Isn't it a choice?" Not one he seemed eager to take, either.

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"Yeah, it's a choice but still. Who says I won't make it one day?" Sam wondered, shrugging. "Maybe I will."

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"Maybe I will. Maybe someone across the hall... That goes for any person in any world."

Kate shrugged back at him. "Like other people haven't thought about that." Like her, for example. "You don't want to, right?"

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"A part of me does, I'm sure." He hadn't found that part yet, though. "Guess I'll just hope to never find that part of me."

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"What do you even define evil as?" she wondered, "It's a bit subjective. Shades of grey and all that." She was curious. Had she met his criteria already? It wasn't that unlikely.

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"I'm not gonna even try to define evil because it's subjective and I don't wanna get into some debate about it," Sam said, begging off. "I've seen evil, I know evil and that's what I don't wanna end up as."

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Kate cocked her head as she looked at him, trying to slot some pieces together. Why this would even bother someone who to all intents and purposes on the outside seemed like the last person to worry about that sort of thing. "What you are, doesn't define you," she told him finally. "If you want to be a decent guy, you can be a decent guy."

"Not worth resigning yourself to bad things for no good reason. My dad expected that from me, even wanted me as some kind of killer sociopath. I didn't. So I'm not." She'd made various lines that she just wouldnt cross, and that was that. Maybe that was an over share, but whatever. She got it.

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"Why's it so important to you what I think about myself?" Sam asked because she seemed to be really trying to keep him from thinking badly. "You scared that if I go bad, I'll take the whole world down with me?"

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Kate rolled her eyes. "Falling into the cliche of evil dictator raising armies of zombies to take over the world is so tacky." And familiar. It was exactly what her father had done.

In some backwards way, she was trying to help. Was that such a bad thing?

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"And your world is different than mine," Sam pointed out, shrugging. "That kind of thing's commonplace in your world. In mine, that kind of power's something almost everyone would kill for. And I've got it so people are gonna try and kill me. Different worlds."

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"Different, but it's not that different." People still killed for power. There was a reason she hid what she could do. "You learn to hide, blend in, defend yourself, and deal with anyone who tries." She would never enjoy killing anyone, but when they attacked and it came down to them or her, it was an easy choice.

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"It's not as easy as you make it," Sam reminded her, shaking his head. "I can do all those things, yeah, but it doesn't mean it'll take. It's just different and it's how I feel. It's not gonna change."

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"It's not easy. It's shit." That Kate would agree with him on. "But it can be done." She had shield within shields, hid her blood... Only two people in her world really knew who she was. If anyone was good at it, it was her.

She shrugged. "You ever want to learn, let me know. If people are gonna look to kill you, it doesn't hurt to be defensive."