It's different for him, she knows that. The Hunt has never made Daisy get up in her sleep and go do things. She's never had dreams that sent her into the world to kill monsters. She's always been in control of herself. She can get hungry for the Blood and choose not to do anything and all that'll happen is that she won't do anything. She'll get thinner, again, and she'll get weaker, again, but she won't hurt anyone, or anything, unless she chooses to.
John doesn't have that luxury, and they both know it. That's the scary part, for her. Even if he chooses to stop Looking, to stop Knowing, he'll still take Statements whether he means to or not. This only proves that with a blunt certainty that has left him bruised and small and she wants to rip the Archivist from him to stop him looking like that.
But she can't.
She sighs softly.
"So we find you something so you don't get that hungry again," she says, like it's the simplest fucking thing. She knows it isn't, and reckons it'll piss him off to hear it, but she says it anyway. "Host a bloody giveaway: send us a written record of a weird thing and you'll win a hundred dollars." It's not funny, but she scoffs out a mirthless laugh at the idea.
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John doesn't have that luxury, and they both know it. That's the scary part, for her. Even if he chooses to stop Looking, to stop Knowing, he'll still take Statements whether he means to or not. This only proves that with a blunt certainty that has left him bruised and small and she wants to rip the Archivist from him to stop him looking like that.
But she can't.
She sighs softly.
"So we find you something so you don't get that hungry again," she says, like it's the simplest fucking thing. She knows it isn't, and reckons it'll piss him off to hear it, but she says it anyway. "Host a bloody giveaway: send us a written record of a weird thing and you'll win a hundred dollars." It's not funny, but she scoffs out a mirthless laugh at the idea.