Bella's POV

Every muscle in Charlie's body freezes as he stares first at Jacob and then wildly spins his head to capture me in his completely shocked human gaze. I force my body to remain absolutely motionless as I contemplate diving across the table and throwing Jacob through the nearest wall.

Although I'm pretty sure that wouldn't help my case at all or help my poor father with what Jacob and I have put upon his only human shoulders.

I seriously wanted to throttle Jacob for what he'd just done. Yeah, Charlie was a tough cookie or whatever Jacob had called him, but he was still only a human and to subject him to the cold harsh resemblances of reality in this manner was just cruel, regardless of Jacob's good intentions. To find out his daughter was very much alive after all this time and looking so much different was a callous blow for Charlie.

My vampire senses picked up the sound of Charlie's heartbeat which was racing at least twice as fast as a normal human's heartrate. His face was slowly turning purple, his breathing raspy as he stared at me almost blankly.

I stared at him back, anxiously relying on my senses to make sure he wasn't going to pass out or anything. Did Charlie still recognise me or had I changed beyond all recognition? He had admitted he found me familiar but would that be enough to make him believe that I was Bella Swan, his long believed dead daughter?

A growl escapes from me before I could control it. Jacob was going to hell for this. How dare he tell my father in this way! There was so many other ways he could have done it, gentler ways! Jacob may as well have introduced me to Charlie with a sign on my forehead stating 'hey I'm Bella Swan and I'm not dead' just to really make sure that Charlie had a heart attack.

And although I'd eventually seen the necessity for the whole wolf-shifting thing to try and open Charlie's mind to the fact that the world is not as he thought, Jacob could have at least given Charlie some fair warning instead of just phasing and nearly giving him a heart attack.

I'm not sure that even tough cookie Charlie would get over this shock so easily.

All these thoughts passed through my mind at the same second, courtesy of my vampire mind and then Charlie blinks owlishly, his eyes still fixated on me. He laughs, although his laugh is bleak and humourless. I can tell he doesn't find this funny.

"Jacob, get out of my house. And take your … friend with you." He says, his voice full of pain.

Jacob immediately looks shocked. "No Chief!" He protests. "It really is Bella!"

"Shut up Jacob!" I yell as Charlie's heart rate accelerates again. "You're going to give him a heart attack!"

Charlie ignores my outburst as he jumps to his feet, glaring at Jacob furiously. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He roars. "Do you know how long Bella's memory has tortured me? She's dead and there's nothing I can do about it yet you insist on coming round here to further my pain! Well I hope you're satisfied! NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"Bella! A little help please!" Jacobs pleads, glancing at me imploringly.

I snarl. "I'm going to kill you Jacob!" I threaten.

Charlie is crying now, tears cascading down his face. It rips me apart to see it. "THAT'S IT!" He roars, marching to the yellow cupboard just above the sink. He yanks the door open so hard it breaks and dangles off its hinges but he doesn't blink as he snatches out his work rifle. He clicks off the safety and aims the rifle at Jacob. "GET OUT!" He screams.

I growl in frustration. I was pissed as Jacob, so so pissed, but he wasn't going to get shot at again on my watch. I owed him that much at least. Charlie swiftly swung the rifle and pointed it at the ceiling, pulling the trigger as he did. Bits of white plaster rain down on us, covering us in a fine powder. Jacob flinches as Charlie aims the gun at him again. "That was your warning shot. Get the hell out of here." He says, his voice deadly.

"Perhaps we should go." Jacob says slowly, backing towards the door.

If looks could kill Jacob would be dead right now with the look I shot him. "We're not going anywhere." I say witheringly. "You got us into this mess and I'm not leaving Charlie in this condition."

I almost missed the movement of Charlie pointing the gun at me, his eyes still blinded with tears. "And you too missy! Get the hell out of here and never come back!" He yells.

"I don't communicate well when people point guns at me." I say coldly. "Put it down."

"I'm the Chief of Police! How dare you tell me what to do!" He yells.

I growl fiercely at him and he pales but manages to hold the gun steady. "And I've already been shot once today so if you don't put the gun down it's going out the window." I add.

"You've … been shot?" Charlie asks, unable to keep the horror out of his voice as his hand lowers slightly. "So it was a bullet hole."

I keep my voice as calm as possible. I had to let Charlie speculate with what I'd become but not know the full truth. Who would want to know their daughter was a vampire who drank blood, even if it was only occasionally? Not to mention what the Volutri would do to us if I broke their rules. "Yes it was a bullet hole. Let's not make a second one."

"There won't be if you get out of my house!" Charlie yells, anger returning to him at my calmness.

"We're not leaving." I say firmly.

"Then I have no choice." Charlie says shakily. "You're trespassing on my property." Then he aims and promptly pulls the trigger.

I was prepared this time. I leap out of the way of the speeding bullet, thanking the heavens that Jacob was safely on the other side of the room, then I immediately blur over to Charlie, snatch the gun out of his hand and blur back to my original position in a matter of seconds.

Charlie blinks and looks down at his now empty hand. "My gun. Where did my gun go?"

I stand and calmly wave the gun at him. He pales again. "But I shot you. It was supposed to knock you unconscious so I should call for backup … but you're still standing." He splutters.

I was immediately glad he hadn't been aiming to kill but still incredibly pissed. "Yeah, well I don't like people shooting me." I snarl, deliberately sounding inhuman as to scare Charlie. "I would snap this gun cleanly in two like I did with Billy's but I know you need it for work so I'll be nice."

I promptly unclip the cartridge and pull the bullets out, crushing them into fine powder in my hand. Normally I wouldn't be so careless but Charlie had just seriously pissed me off. I was sick of being shot at. His jaw drops open but I ignore it. "Is this the standard practice of police now then? Shoot innocent unarmed women?" I ask fiercely.

"You're… you're not innocent." Charlie stammers, his face a shade of white. "Or unarmed. You shouldn't … you shouldn't be able to crush bullets like that."

"Jacob shouldn't be able to turn into a wolf either but hey, guess what? It just happened." I knew I was being rather blunt but I was so consumed with rage that it didn't matter to me. "You don't know the world you live in Charlie. To be honest I'm pretty sure you really don't want to know the world you live in. That's fine. Just quit with the damn guns!" I throw it to the ground in disgust and Charlie stares first at it and then at me.

"Who are you?" He asks in shock.

I sigh, cursing Jacob mentally for this. "It's true. I'm really her. Isabella Marie Swan." I say softly.

Charlie shakes his head wildly back and forth. "I know what Bella looks like!" He splutters. "Not like … that." He gestures wildly to my perfect shape.

"Appearances can be deceiving dad. You haven't seen me since I was four so how would you know what I look like?" I ask gently.

Charlie looks shaken. "Don't call me dad." He says sharply, squeezing his eyes shut. "Please just stop! And I know what Bella looks like and why you're not her because Renee sent me pictures of Bella just over a year ago when she was at…"

"At a neighbours christening. I was wearing a dark blue dress." I interrupt smoothly. "What a day." I shudder dramatically, remembering what had happened. "I ended up twisting my ankle in those high heels. I did warn Renee that I had about as much grace as a fish but would she listen?"

Charlie laughs despite himself and then quickly glares at me. "I don't know how you know was Bella was wearing." He says brusquely. "I guess you've seen the picture or something." He takes a deep painful breath. "But it just proves that you're not her. She wouldn't have changed this much in under a year. Bella was… beautiful but she wasn't perfect, not like that." He sounded like he was forcing the words out.

"I have a perfectly good explanation for my changed appearance." I say quietly and notice Jacob stiffen. "But I'm keeping this to a need to know basis only and right not you only need to know that I'm Bella. Nothing else."

"You're not!" Charlie yells. "Bella DIED! I should know! I saw the place where she … where she died!"

"What?" I ask sharply. "But that would have been in … Phoenix." I manage to say finally.

Charlie glares at me with tear filled eyes. "Yes it was." He snaps. "I travelled over there as soon as she went missing and found evidence of her last moments alive in a…"

"Clearing in the forest." I supply quietly, remembering suddenly and realising what Charlie would have seen.

"How on earth would you know that? That information is sealed!" Charlie asks desperately.

"Because I'm really her. I swear I'm Bella." My tone matches his and I flinch at my musical voice and perfect body making it so hard for him to believe the truth.

Charlie is breathing heavily again. "Fine, let's say you're my Bella. Why didn't you come back after … after what happened? I examined the footprints and you just … walked away."

I couldn't help the jolt of surprise that hit my body. I should have known that they'd be able to vaguely figure out what had happened to me, but I wish I hadn't been so careless. But I'd been dizzy and unfocused after my transformation which Edward had said was very rare when becoming a vampire. He'd said once I'd completed the transformation I shouldn't be able to feel things like dizziness. Anyway, I guess me being out of it had caused me to forget to clean up after myself.

"Dad…" I say slowly, watching him carefully. "Something bad happened in that clearing. I couldn't go back home until I'd figured out exactly what. I was going to return." I hated myself for lying but Charlie could not know the truth. "Besides if I had come home looking like this you would have never believed that I'm me."

I can see from the stunned look on his face that I'm right but then his expression hardens. "If you're really Bella you'll be able to tell me what happened in that clearing." Charlie says shakily. "There was so much blood, it was like you had been murdered."

Jacob's head snaps up. "Blood?" He demands. "I'm no expert on… that, but I don't think there should have been blood. Bella?" He sounds uncertain.

I stare at him, pondering this over. "I don't think there should have been either. When… Edward was telling me his… story, he didn't mention any blood. That's not how it works apparently. The … thing…" I found myself unable to say "venom" in front of Charlie but I could tell Jacob knew what I was talking about from the look of disgust on his face. "Heals you, not causes further injury." I say quickly in a rush, hoping that Charlie didn't understand what I was saying.

Charlie looks baffled. "Edward's story? As in Carlisle Cullen's son? What do you mean?"

"Shut up Charlie!" Jacob and I yell as one, not even looking Charlie's way.

"So why was there blood?" Jacob chokes out.

"I don't know." I say quickly. "I remember seeing blood on the ground, all around me but I thought that was all part of it. Oh god," I groan. "Why didn't I make the connection sooner? I should have realised as soon as Edward told me."

"What else was there in the clearing Charlie?" Jacob demands.

"That's confidential information." Charlie snaps, almost automatically.

"Not to me it isn't!" I screech, my voice ripping through octaves. "I'm your daughter and I need this information!"

"No." Charlie says resolutely. "You're not my daughter!"

I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming. "Dad you can either tell me the information yourself or I'll get someone here who can get it for me!" I threaten viciously.

Charlie pales. "How dare you threaten me in my own house!" He yells.

"It'll get a lot worse if you don't tell me what was there dad!" I yell back.

"Bella. Calm down. You're terrifying Charlie." Jacob says quietly.

I shoot him a look. "You have no idea how important this is!" I say wildly and it was true. Nobody did. They didn't understand.

"Who would you use to get the information anyway?" Jacob asks me speculatively.

"Edward." I say quietly.

Jacob snorts. "Figures."

"Why Edward? What can Edward do?" Charlie asks wildly.

Luckily I don't have to think of yet another lie in response to that question as the phone on the wall rings suddenly, a piercing shrilling sound. Glaring daggers at me and Jacob, Charlie walks unsteadily to the phone and yanks it off its hook. "Good afternoon, Chief Swan at your service. How can…"

I was sure that even Jacob could hear the yelling coming from down the phone. With my vampire hearing I certainly could. "Put the dog on the phone now!" The voice yells, interrupting Charlie mid-flow.

My heart sank. It was Edward.

"Who is this?" Charlie demanded, looking relieved that he could get answers out of someone at least.

"Edward Cullen." Edward practically growls. "Now get the dog on the phone!"

Charlie frowns at the phone. "By dog you mean…"

"BLACK!" Edward roars. "I mean Jacob Black!"

Charlie clutches the phone tightly. "You know?" He whispers suddenly, looking like the world had just turned up and down.

"Know what?" Edward growls, not realising the trap he was walking into. "That mutt is so dead!"

Jacob makes a move towards the phone, he knows that Edward knows that he can hear every word but I grab his arm, restraining him, watching for Charlie's reaction. "So does everyone in the entire world know that the Quileutes are werewolves or is it just me?" Charlie roars down the phone, seriously pissed.

On the other end of the phone Edward's rhythmic breathing stops. "You know?" He asks in a forced calm tone. "You know about that?"

"Hard not to." Charlie snaps. "He … changed right in front of me."

Edward literally growls down the phone and Charlie flinches. "Put. Him. On. The. Phone. Right. Now." Edward orders.

Charlie instantly presses a button on the phone, not bothering to argue with that tone, transferring the phone to loudspeaker and then holds out the phone to Jacob. I let go of his arm and he snatches the phone angrily out of Charlie's hand. "What do you want bl…" Jacob forcibly stops himself from calling Edward a bloodsucker, aware that Charlie was listening intently.

"Two things actually." Edward sounded pissed, obviously not realising he was on loud speaker and that Charlie could hear every word he was saying. "What the hell are you doing at Charlie's house? Do you know what that'll do to Bella? Being there after all those months?" I hear a sharp intake of breath from Charlie but avert my eyes as truth began to dawn on him. This would be hard enough for him already without me staring at him. "And why the hell did you phase in front of him? Are you insane?" Edward hisses.

"It has absolutely nothing to do with you!" Jacob says harshly.

I can hear Edward pacing. "When Billy told Carlisle where you two were do you realise how close I was to breaking the treaty and coming after you? How dare you do this to Bella!" He roars.

I can hear Charlie's heartbeat increasing so I stalk over to Jacob. "Give me the damn phone." I hiss.

He doesn't argue at my tone, just places the phone in my hand. "Hello Edward." I say pleasantly.

Edward breathes a sigh of relief. "Bella! Are you okay? You're at Charlie's again after all this time and…"

"Edward, you're on loudspeaker." I interrupt calmly.

I can tell Edward's frozen. There's no sound for a few seconds and then in a detached voice he asks. "How long have I been on loudspeaker?"

"Since Charlie gave the phone to Jacob." I tell him softly.

"So… uh… Charlie heard everything?" Edward sounds horrified.

"Nothing that he didn't already know." I say stiffly.

"Including me calling you Bella?" He demands.

"Yes Edward. But he already knew that anyway." My voice was abrupt.

"He did?" Edward asks incredulously.

"Yes. Some mongrel called Jacob let it slip." I growl.

"Aw come on Bella. I thought we'd grown out of all that labelling by now." Jacob complains loudly.

I shoot him a frosty look. "You deserve much worse than a label! I warned you that I didn't want Charlie to find out about me like this but you went ahead and did it anyway. So shut the hell up!"

Edward makes a choking sound from the other end of the phone. "He told Charlie who you really are?"

"Just that I'm his daughter. Nothing else Edward." I say hurriedly.

"Oh that's a relief then." Edward says sarcastically. "At least now I'll kill him quickly."

Charlie, who had seemingly retreated into shock reacted to this. "I'll not be having death threats in my house, young man!" He yells at the phone.

Edward ignores him. "Bella, get the mongrel to bring you back here." He says, his voice tense. He hesitates. "You're in terrible danger and as much as I hate to say it he will give you protection until we can. Come back now."

"Edward…" I begin quickly. I needed more time with Charlie.

"I know you want to spend more time with Charlie, Bella, but I wouldn't ask if this wasn't important. You know I wouldn't. Alice… saw danger. You need to come back. Promise me you will Bella. Promise me." He says desperately.

"I promise Edward." I say eventually, weighing my options.

"And Chief Swan?" Edward asks quietly. Charlie is breathing heavily now but he manages to choke out a quick "yes". "I'm so sorry for the truth you had to learn today. We can sort out all the details later but right now your daughter is in terrible danger and only we can protect her. Keep calm Charlie, you can deal with this shock." Edward says calmly.

Then Edward hangs up.

I place the phone back on the receiver and turn speculatively to look at Charlie. He sounds like he is having problems breathing again. "Dad, it's okay. I promise." I say gently.

He looks like he's just been shot, his face is drained of all colour. "You're her. You're really her. You're my Bella." He breathes.

"It's about time you believed that." Jacob says loudly.

I don't even look his way. "Jacob if you don't shut up right now I'll throw you through the wall."

Jacob, naturally, didn't say anything else.

"You're … you're actually serious, aren't you?" Charlie splutters. "About throwing him through the wall? You really would be able to."

"Need to know basis Charlie." I say grimly. "Too much information isn't a good idea."

"Why not?" Charlie demands, clutching on a chair to steady himself.

"Well … Dad." I say hesitantly. "It's dangerous. And your heart is racing like a rabbit caught in headlights. I'm pretty sure you will pass out soon if you don't calm down."

Charlie takes a deep breath and I can hear him counting to ten under his breath. "I've just found out that my daughter is alive after eight months. How can I be calm?"

He had a good point. "I'm not sure dad. But all this stress is not good for your health. Please just breathe."

"Why do you look so different?" Charlie demands. "Not that it doesn't suit you but…"

"Bella got ill. She had to change a little in the process of getting better." Jacob interjects quietly. I shoot him an impressed look for his quick lie which he mistakes for anger. "Aww come on! Don't throw me through the wall, please!"

"I'm not going to throw you throw the wall." I mutter. "Although you completely deserve it after what you've done today."

"You shouldn't be so hard on him … Bella." Charlie trips over my name. "He told me the truth when no one else did, at least."

If I could still blush, I'd be bright red by now. "I'm sorry dad. But I just wanted to see you again. I wasn't planning on telling you about me today. You have too much to deal with already." I say quietly.

"I…" Charlie's voice cracks. "Missed you Bella. I thought you were dead."

"I missed you too." I say, wincing at his pain. Then I frown. "About that dad." I say slowly. "Why were you so convinced I was dead?"

"There was so much blood in that clearing." Charlie shudders and I'm sure the memory had haunted him.

"That shouldn't have even been there in the first place." I mutter.

"Uh… sorry to interrupt Bella but shouldn't we be going back to lover boy right now?" Jacob asks loudly. Charlie and I turn to stare at him. "Not that I care." He shrugs. "But you made a promise and I figure you'll get upset if you break a promise to lover boy."

"Quit calling him that, Jacob!" I snap. "And besides, if you recall, I promised him I would come back but I never specified when!"

Jacob freezes for a split second and then chortles wildly. "I have totally underestimated you Bella." He says gleefully.

"Your lover boy?" Charlie splutters.

I groan internally. I was going to take back my previous comment and throw Jacob through the wall. "Yes." I grit my teeth and scowl at Jacob who beams innocently at me.

"As in a boy you're romantically attached to?" Charlie presses.

I was so glad my face did not portray the bright red embarrassment I was feeling right now. "Yes." I repeat again.

"But…" Charlie begins, instantly on the defensive.

"Dad can we please not talk about this right now?" I plead. "I need to know what was in that clearing. What else did you find?"

Charlie sits down heavily, his expression troubled and I got the feeling that this was the only subject that would have distracted him from Edward. "Footprints." I close my eyes. My creator. They would have found my creator's footprints. The thought that I'd believed my creator's lies even for a second, filled me with sorrow. "Three sets of them. One of them was, of course, yours Bella and the other belonged to a male who…" Charlie begins.

"Three footprint tracks?" I repeat sharply, interrupting him and wrenching my eyes open.

Jacob frowns. "Bella what's wrong?" He asks quickly, acutely aware of my emotional change.

I can't do anything but shake my head at him. "Three?" I demand.

Poor Charlie looked so confused but I needed to know this information. "Yes three." He repeats. "One pair belonged to you." He grinned suddenly. "At least your newfound gracefulness explains why your footprints were different when you left the clearing."

Jacob snorted with laughter and I glared at him. I knew he was thinking of my clumsy demeanour as a human. "What about the other two?" I demand.

"One was a male. He matched your lightness of foot on the way out. Clearly, he was graceful too." Charlie says slowly.

I nod. That would be my creator then. "And the other?" I ask tensely.

Charlie frowns. "A female. Size three feet. She didn't match the lightness of foot from you and the male although she was still more graceful than the average human."

"A female…" Jacob muses. "Do you know who that could be?" He asks me directly.

I shake my head, my thoughts going haywire. "No … I … just thought it was me and my creator."

"Your … creator?" Charlie asks sharply.

I curse myself mentally for letting that one slip. My mind wasn't functioning correctly, trying to figure out who had been in the clearing with us but it kept on coming up blank. "Um… I mean my… doctor." I say wildly, saying the first word that came into my head.

Charlie scowls. "I don't want to know everything but I'm done with the lies!" He yells, seeing straight through my half-hearted lie.

"Dad … I really was dying. This … man saved me." I say carefully. That was as close to the truth as I could get. As a human I was getting closer to closer to death every day and my creator had technically saved me from the kind of death Charlie was talking about.

It satisfied Charlie who immediately looked confused. "You were dying? And this … man saved you? Not murdered you?"

This was more difficult to answer without lying. Technically my creator had murdered me. I was a vampire, which meant I wasn't strictly alive. "I was dying … and he did save me." I say quietly. It was the honest truth.

Charlie looks bewildered. "Humph. I always thought it was the female who saved you."

I frown. "What do you mean, dad?"

"During your time with the male your wounds got worse, Bella." Charlie says hurriedly. "You were bleeding heavily. No-one could survive so much blood loss. It looked like he was trying to kill you, that's why I thought you were dead. And then he left you and in his absence your blood loss got worse like you were dying and…"

"What?" I screech suddenly, his hurried words making little sense. "He left me?"

Charlie looks baffled. "You didn't know? The footprints show that during your … losing so much blood, the male vanished."

I am filled with rage so suddenly I grab hold of the nearest thing which just happens to be Charlie's kitchen chair and it makes a creaking sound before falling to pieces under my hand. I stare at the shredded chair in absent bewilderment. In my anger I'd clutched it too hard and my strength had crushed it.

"The male LEFT?" I had stopped breathing.

Charlie doesn't answer. He was staring at the chair too, his facial expression frightened. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. "I'm sorry dad. I'll buy you a new one." I try and joke to stop his increasing heart rate.

Charlie blinks a few times. "You weren't kidding about your strength and throwing Jacob through the wall. How is this even possible? You're supposed to be just a normal human girl."

I shift uncomfortably and Jacob speaks, filling the silence. "What happened after the male left the clearing, Charlie?" I shot him a grateful look for trying to distract Charlie.

"The female entered." Charlie says reluctantly, obviously still desiring an answer from me.

That grabbed my attention immediately and I stared at Charlie, some of my anger abating. Jacob didn't look fazed. He nodded like he'd expected that answer. "Ah I thought so." He says, sounding satisfied. "And lemme see… Bella was bleeding like the male attacked her." His voice was hard. "Then the female appeared and then… and then Bella stopped bleeding, didn't she?" Jacob demands.

I turn to await Charlie's answer, wondering what had made Jacob jump to such a conclusion. Charlie's mouth was wide open. "Yes she did. How did you know that?" He demands.

"Quick Charlie. Tell us what else you know." Jacob says fiercely.

I had no idea where Jacob was going with this but I found I was too hurt to really concentrate. My creator had lied to me. Again. He'd told me he hadn't left my side during the transformation and here I was finding out that he'd lied. Just like he'd lied about everything else. And it hurt so much more than his false love, mostly because I'd always been subconsciously aware that his love was a shame but I'd believed my creation story.

"Well the female seemed to have healed Bella which isn't even possible … but after a day like today, I'm starting to view the world differently. Then the female left, quite hurriedly. A few minutes later the male came back and then some time later he and Bella left the clearing together." Charlie explains.

Jacob's expression is tight. "You were unconscious during the female's visit wasn't you Bella?" He asks me sharply.

I nod. "Yes I don't remember her. Just a load of blood and pain." I say quietly.

Charlie sucks in a quick breath while Jacob's expression darkens. "That bastard lied to you, didn't he?" His voice was deadly. "He told you he stayed with you the whole time, didn't he?"

I wondered how Jacob knew all this. Perhaps it was written all over my face. Perhaps Jacob could just read me well. Either way, there was no point in lying. "Yes." I admit miserably. "He told me he stayed."

Jacob's body began to tremble; the same way it did when he got angry back at the Cullens'. "Jacob keep calm!" I order. "He lied yes but it's fine! I left him!"

"It's not that Bella." Jacob whispers, clenching his jaw together in an effort to keep calm. "Even though it annoys me how that bastard lied to you, that's not the problem."

"Then what is?" I question immediately.

"We're going to have to get … Edward," the fact that Jacob resorted to using Edward's name and not some derogatory term highlighted to me how serious and worried Jacob was, "to confirm this but I don't think your … creator tried to save you at all. There shouldn't have been blood, not for that anyway." He looks disgusted at the idea of my transformation.

I blink in shock. "If he wasn't trying to save me then what was he trying to do?" I demand.

"The female was the one who saved you. I'm sure of it." Jacob breathes. "Your creator on the other hand… I think he was trying to kill you."