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[nothinglikefather]

I've heard people say similiar. About all sorts of people.

[ All based on stupidity, fear, and closed mindedness. But Jacob knows that those fires are fanned by the people who should be trying to fight them.

He looks between them and then leads Gilia to sit down on the edge of the bed. ]

But for as much as he screams and shouts, there's a lot more people that know you aren't monsters.

[seaboard]

[ She - hasn't. Caught somewhere between aghast and indignant and how much she has been so privileged in her life. It fixes somewhere so deep, and so unpleasant, in her heart.

She thinks of her mother. Hildegard would stomach not a word out of Tim Stoker's mouth. Her will so absolute and her words are unforgiving. Her mother never suffered a lesser man to speak so in her presence.

Because her mother always knew exactly what she was, before who, or how, or that which she felt.

They thought it was a maidenly shyness alone, and they were not wrong in some forms, it all reviled her, she knew she was sheltered, knew she was but the delicate daughter of greater family who had once been expected to do not much more than marry. That even now, thrust to another world, she treaded water on her expectations at the best of times.

But Tim had - hurt her. So terribly. A way she had never thought another person could do to another. ]

We do not. We do not use these words. No one, not ever, would ever dare challenge my family, they would never commit such blasphemy as what came from Timothy Stoker's mouth as was spoken to me. Because we are far, far worse than anything he has used to describe me. Some paltry creature lurking in the dark. Snaring a man for a wicked device.

You can kill a man, though I ought never to imagine such violence in your hands for surely I should weep to know what made you do so. I do not know if I could kill a man. I know what my people do when we go to war, in the stories of my founders time. We wipe cities from the shore. We drown tens of thousands. We crumble coastlines. When I rage, the ocean rages. We do not kill, we consume. Back to the place where life began, where you cannot live, but we are bonded in our very souls with.

It is not that I should think I could not. It is that I most surely could, but it would not just be Timothy Stoker. There will be no measure left, if it came that.

[redrighthanded]

[ It's Hellboy's fears confirmed in the careful way she describes the power that exists in her beyond the simple reach of her hand, the concern that he had upon first speaking to her sketched out in her soft voice. But within that fear, he has to admit that she and Jacob would have every right to feel the same way about him, if they knew the full extent of possibility wrapped up in his right hand, and it's with a grim acknowledgement of their shared potential that he studies his two companions. ]

Then it can't come to that. Right? [ He glances beyond her to Jacob. ] We'll make sure it won't.

[nothinglikefather]

[Jacob nods, meeting Hellboy's look. Jacob's seen Gilia's power, the spirit of the sea that exists in her, part of her very soul. He knows it's powerful, knows it's deadly, but he doesn't fear her.]

It won't come to that. And as I see it? We can't be fighting each other when the city is against us. We keep each other safe, we watch out for each other.

[seaboard]

[ She shakes her head, a simple aggreement to that. ]

No, I never want it to. My power is a gift and one I want to use for the good of those around me, never their pain. But I know I must never let any pain I feel be known, the consequences of it...

[ Far outweighed any slight or broken heart. ]

... I would much rather do as you say, and work with you.