And there it was. The pity. His voice wasn't dripping with it, his tone was. She downed her beer in the time it took him to finish off half of his own; she knew he'd wanted one despite his previous denial. The bottle found its way to the floor and she was quite ready to snap at him and tell him he could find the door or have her show him the same, when he took the wind from her.

"You ever killed someone?"

Had she? Fact was, she didn't really know. Certainly she never had when she'd been in her human form. As an Auror, she'd never been put into such a position. As a werewolf...she knew she'd attacked Nic and, had fate not taken a strong hand in things, it was likely she'd have killed him. She knew that only after the fact.

“It was me or them, but our better judgment gets clouded and we forget to contain ourselves sometimes.”

"Forget to contain ourselves?" she repeated in a whisper. She couldn't cease the harsh laugh that she barked. "Forget to contain ourselves? You don't have a concept of what that means, Rainey," she spat. "You can make the choice all the way through; you can choose to withhold the final cut. I can't even begin to recall if I've killed someone!" It was, on some nights, the only reason she missed the cages; at least, when they Ministry was keeping them confined, she could go home to nurse her self-inflicted wounds knowing that she had harmed only herself. "It's not the same. Not in the least," she assured him. "Whatever Gary did...you can't put it on the same level as an uncursed person."


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