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[After this ill-fated conversation with Andrew Wells.]

The Caribbean inlet outside is having a storm.

Which is kind of weird, because the rest of the lake is just kind of cloudy and cold. The sky over the inlet is heavy with clouds and rain, though, and lightning flashes back and forth from cloud to cloud.

WHY ARE MORTALS LIKE THAT.

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Ariel finally manifests enough of a human form -- flickering like a flame in a high wind, but there in front of him -- to give him a blank look.

He crooks a smile at her intermittently-present face.

"They drink human blood. In my world they're basically people with weird dietary restrictions who sunburn easily, but other places, they're more like monsters. I don't know exactly what kind of vampire V was, but he felt very old, and very powerful, and--dark."

Understanding dawns.

"Such creatures go by many diff'rent names. And older creatures are to be more feared."

Matt nods.

There are a few different directions he could go in, but he feels like he's done a lot of talking: he waits to see if Ariel will say anything more.

"I thought thee foolish, then."

She looks down at the sand.

"I did not know."

"I thought me foolish then," Matt says ruefully. "I couldn't really process everything that'd happened, I think it was easier to think I'd been an idiot than that I might've been the victim of something I couldn't prevent."

He pauses.

"But--I mean, sorry, I could've clarified this earlier--I assume we're talking about this because of Andrew. Right?"

"The servant of the Morningstar?" A crackle of lightning. "Just so."

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He jumps a little at the lightning, but nods. Huffs out a breath.

"Yeah. Andrew mentioned that he started out not wanting to work for Lucifer, and it reminded me of me."

"He wishes to return to him. To that. To be the cat's-paw thrust into the fire. That is not so like thee."

Matt rubs a hand up his cheek.

"Maybe it isn't. But V was inclined to let me go; I'm not sure what would've happened if he hadn't been. I was still basically a kid, I hadn't ever--"

He shakes his head.

"I didn't know what real relationships even looked like. And V could read my mind, so I wasn't even letting myself think anything was wrong."

"But when he did release thee, thou did'st not seek to return unto imprisonment," she insists.

"Well, I kinda thought he'd dumped me."

"But still, thou sought'st him not!"

She throws up her hands, and the rain intensifies for a moment.

Matt pauses, thoughtful.

"Maybe we are different." He's quiet a moment longer. "But I still think--

I mean, some mortals do like authority. And some of us like to play with the idea of masters and servants without swearing real oaths. But something like Andrew has going, that started with violence and fear--I have a really hard time thinking anything that comes out of that is real."

Ariel's turn to hesitate.

"Even his wants, now?" she asks, uncertain.

His lips quirk.

"Yeah. Those tend to get away from us at the best of times."

"But it was wrong of him to try and hurt thee."

Matt frowns.

"Yes."

"He--"

She breaks off, searching for words.

"I frightened him," she says finally, annoyed. "I think -- no, I know not, I do not know if it was right or wrong."

His brow furrows, but he doesn't look surprised.

"What happened?" he asks. "What led up to you scaring him?"

"He had heard tell of Prospero, and me. He told me of his master and his bonds; he asked about my master and our--"

She breaks off.

"I think -- he thought us 'like."

"Huh," Matt murmurs. In his experience, Andrew actively resisted comparisons.

"Yeah, uh--I can see how that could've been unsettling."

"I am not like him."

She looks at Matt, flickering and full of rain.

"My master is not -- my Prospero is not like that."

"Well," Matt says mildly, "what you're like and what Prospero's like are two different things."

"No -- no, our masters, too, are not alike," she says, a little desperate. "Prospero is not cruel, seeks no more slaves, would not use those he has to such bad ends. My master would not."

She wraps the image of her arms around herself.

"If in other worlds, some other Prospero is so, I'd -- no. But now I speak of things I do not know, have only heard, have never seen, nor will."