[Of course, her first response was and always would be skepticism. Her inability to trust runs deep, and as much as some part of her wants to believe in the best in people, life has taught her exactly how foolish that is. Her grimace remains, but there's a bit more humor to it now as she closes her fingers around the vial and tucks it away into her palm.]
Faith.
[She almost laughs, but not quite.]
I don't know. Why do serial killers do what they do? Kiss or no kiss, I still don't really know you.
[Except a part of her now feels like that's decidedly untrue. After all, he knows her.]
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Faith.
[She almost laughs, but not quite.]
I don't know. Why do serial killers do what they do? Kiss or no kiss, I still don't really know you.
[Except a part of her now feels like that's decidedly untrue. After all, he knows her.]