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Re: Jo's <s>House</s> Apartment
Jo pours him the shot, then puts the wedge and the glass into each of his hands.

"It's just... Papa and I were in the middle of nowhere, and I went to just a normal, out of the way music school... all that Avengers and mutant and aliens stuff, it was always just something... 'over there'. Like I was watching a Simon Williams movie or something.

I went most of my life never knowing he'd been Ghost Rider, never thinking vampires and demon or monster hunters and werewolves were real things. I am... an artist, a waitress, a shop clerk... and... and..."

She runs both hands through her hair. "And I'm something else. I can't get through more than a brief aria without feeling it just start to creep in. To feel my skin turning white, to feel myself about to start towering over the height I should be.. like there's no blood left in my veins and there's something else there instead.

Just... I can deal with you and Greg being what you are, I can deal with Dolemeck telling me he's what he is, and I can even fight and fight and win and kill against the things we face, but... then he tells me he's dating a devil, and shows me pictures of her... and... I don't know. Somehow it just... that was the last thing. That was where the nice comfy little delusion I'd built up for myself just... couldn't take any more weight. it just... it became real."

She makes her hands expand outwards. "Boom."