She grins when Spike decides to tell her just who he'd had in mind to make suffer. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure someone beat you to the punch--or tried to. There's this guy here I know from my world, Klaus. He's got a hell of a temper, and he's protective of me." To put it mildly. But they've already gotten into some deep topics without adding that into the mix.
"Not all of them are, no." Mikael stands as a notable exception to that rule, yet every vampire she's encountered back home otherwise had been working for either Klaus or Marcel--none of them had come after her directly. She's not naive enough to think that stands as a universal truth, but it's still a far better scenario than the one she imagines in Spike's world. No souls, probably limited loyalties, and from the sounds of it, places where even the typical rules don't apply. "The ones from my world who are here--well. They've done horrible things, but they're all inherently good people."
Even Klaus, who so often makes the worst choices of them all.
Spike goes on to say the truth Cami already knows, and she can't help but grin a bit. "You ever think about being a therapist? You might be good at it." It's half a joke; Spike might be a bit too honest to actually succeed at the work. But she's glad for that trait in him, along with his insight. "In my head, I know that everything you've said is right. It's just--I don't know. I guess this whole thing with the rooms playing our memories has me feeling guilty. And lonely."
That sense of needing companionship is one she hasn't quite managed to shake.
"But I'll be fine. Especially with a good distraction." She pushes herself up off the wall, favoring Spike with a smile. "So I think I'm going to play customer at the bar rather than tender. There's probably two seats next to each other, if you're interested."
Although he may not be; Cami once more glances towards the bed, the scene that's been playing in the background this whole time. She gets why Spike might not want to leave it just yet. "Or I can hang a tie on the door on my way out. Your choice."
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"Not all of them are, no." Mikael stands as a notable exception to that rule, yet every vampire she's encountered back home otherwise had been working for either Klaus or Marcel--none of them had come after her directly. She's not naive enough to think that stands as a universal truth, but it's still a far better scenario than the one she imagines in Spike's world. No souls, probably limited loyalties, and from the sounds of it, places where even the typical rules don't apply. "The ones from my world who are here--well. They've done horrible things, but they're all inherently good people."
Even Klaus, who so often makes the worst choices of them all.
Spike goes on to say the truth Cami already knows, and she can't help but grin a bit. "You ever think about being a therapist? You might be good at it." It's half a joke; Spike might be a bit too honest to actually succeed at the work. But she's glad for that trait in him, along with his insight. "In my head, I know that everything you've said is right. It's just--I don't know. I guess this whole thing with the rooms playing our memories has me feeling guilty. And lonely."
That sense of needing companionship is one she hasn't quite managed to shake.
"But I'll be fine. Especially with a good distraction." She pushes herself up off the wall, favoring Spike with a smile. "So I think I'm going to play customer at the bar rather than tender. There's probably two seats next to each other, if you're interested."
Although he may not be; Cami once more glances towards the bed, the scene that's been playing in the background this whole time. She gets why Spike might not want to leave it just yet. "Or I can hang a tie on the door on my way out. Your choice."