Author's Note: So sorry for the wait! I am so happy to hear from you guys, it really helps push me onward, so thank you! This chapter was a little hard to write seeing as I wasn't sure how to put this all into words and make it come out alright. So forgive me if it's a little wonky. Let me know what you think! Enjoy!
Warnings: Language, OOCness, and unbeta'd.
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Word Count 5,725
I don't know how long we held each other. It felt like an eternity passed, and at the same time, no time at all. If Dimitri loved me, if he looked at the monster and saw me somewhere underneath, then maybe there wasn't as much monster that I feared there would be. Dimitri is honest and true and lovely, and if he sees Rose Hathaway, maybe I'm still that person deep down.
My fluctuating attitude on this situation hasn't been lost on me, either. I'm going to be Rose Hathaway. How could I possibly be Rose Hathaway? I'm going to make it through this. How could I possibly make it through this? I have to keep my eyes forward, move on. I want to go back; to my life, to my friends, to Rose. It's over, it's all over. I am not a monster. All anyone can see is red eyes, pale skin and a creature wearing Rose Hathaway's face.
But regardless of how fluctuating my view on this situation is, seeing Dimitri again, in person, has filled me with a strength I didn't know I was lacking. I suppose, in some ways, even though Abe saw me as Rose, I could write it off as him being my father, eighteen years late into my life, still somehow trying to make it right. But this is Dimitri. This is the love of my life. This is the only person in the world for me, as I am for him. He knows me better than anyone else ever could, in a way no one else ever could. If he could see Rose Hathaway in me still, I had to be in here. Somewhere. And I had to fight my absolute hardest to get back to him.
I am some sort of strange Strigoi, one that feels. One that thinks about protecting people and caring for them. Maybe Dimitri can see Rose Hathaway still fighting within me, and if she is, I'm going to let her fight. I'm going to do everything I can to set her free.
To be honest, I don't think anyone in the room has moved since Abe and I walked in, and I don't blame them for waiting with baited breath. I think they are all waiting for me to go ravenous and rip into Dimitri's throat and commence with the bloodbath. That, or they are in too much shock at seeing a Strigoi run into the arms of an awaiting Guardian and it wasn't some kind of brutal takedown tactic. It was for a hug. Not the usual action between a Strigoi and anyone really. Especially a Guardian.
I have to say, if I was literally anyone else in this room, I would have been floored by the sight. And once I recovered from my blackout, I would have been contemplating how to save the Guardian's life. And stop the Strigoi from hurting anyone else in the room. But I'm not in a protecting position. I am the Strigoi in the scene, not someone else.
"I love you, Rose," Dimitri whispers, squeezing me tighter to him. "I couldn't say it. I couldn't feel it. You are not like I was. You are different. Somehow, you are still my Roza."
I run my fingers through his chin-length brown hair, running my nails lightly against his scalp, finding comfort in how tightly he squeezes my body at the familiar action, his own fingers tangled in my hair. I press my face into the side of his neck and breath him in. His aftershave and shampoo and the smell of his skin are exactly as I remembered. He never wore cologne. Just deodorant and washed his hair and body to keep clean. That's how he smells, all the time, just clean.
And like before, there is nothing. No sudden hunger to rip into his throat. No overwhelming desire to drink his blood. My whole body is just wrapped up in his warmth and my heart is full. If I could stay right here, in this moment, forever I would. If I could wrap myself in him, and everything he is, I would. I can feel his pain and agony and I feel it drain from him more and more with every moment we hold one another. I feel it in me too. My heart, all the pain, and agony that I've been feeling these last few weeks since awakening, has melted from me too. We are a curing balm for one another.
I finally, agonizingly slowly, pull back to look into his eyes. He is reluctant to let me go right away but pulls back enough to look back at me when he realizes I'm not ready to completely separate just yet. Even if I wanted to - which I don't - I don't think he would have let me.
He studies my face up close. Our noses are just a few inches apart from one another and with how bright the room is and my enhanced sense of sight I can see him with such clarity that I couldn't before. He's so absolutely beautiful if I could devour him with my eyes, I would. And he looks like he's doing the same to me, taking in every aspect of me.
It's at moments like this that I wish I would be able to read someone's mind. Like, Oksana was able to briefly do it at will, and like how Alina can do it passively. That way, I would be able to read his mind and know what he really thinks of me, right at this moment. That way I'll be able to prepare myself for everything that'll come. But I can't. All I can do is try and read his expression and hope for the best.
His face is smooth, eyebrows slightly elevated as his eyes flicker back and forth studying my face closely. I can't tell how he feels by what he sees. At least, he doesn't appear repulsed or disgusted.
"Can you look up toward the light?" He asks, finally. "I know it'll hurt but I can't really see it from this angle."
"It doesn't hurt," I mumble, turning my eyes up toward the light in the warehouse, being sure not to actually stare into the light. It's brighter than I'm used to, but it doesn't really hurt. Plus, with the way he's holding me, I'm slightly higher up then he is, making me have to look down at him in one of the very, very rare times I'm above him.
"It doesn't..." he murmurs like he couldn't believe it before he stares into my eyes. I look down at him but keep my face tilted up, wondering what he could be looking for. After a few moments of silence, he whispers, eyebrows pulling together. "Hardly any..."
"What?" I ask. "Hardly any, what?"
"Red," Sonya says from beside us as she steps closer, Mikhail walking alongside her with his hand wrapped around her elbow, ready to throw her to the side if I suddenly went crazy and attacked. "Your eyes hardly have any red to them." Sonya's own eyes were blown wide in awe as she moves closer, not even a little bit afraid. Mikhail is enough for both of them.
And now I'm anxious. Deeply so.
My feet finally touch the ground and I turn slowly toward Sonya and Mikhail, pressing my back against Dimitri. Sonya is different from Abe. Sonya is my friend. Abe is my father. I love them both, in different ways. My friend and the man that helped give me life. If something bad happens to Abe, well, he probably had it coming. But Sonya is good. Sonya is kind and has already had a very hard life up until this point and it honestly won't get much better so long as Spirit is involved. If she lives the rest of her life in relative ease with Spirit being her only problem, she still would have had a bad play of the cards.
Sonya isn't Abe, she hasn't accumulated eighteen years worth of bad Rose-karma like he has. If I was to backhand him in rage and make him bleed a little, he would have deserved it. Sonya wouldn't. Abe is built tougher than most Moroi because I'm certain he does some knee breaking of his own and not just has Pavel and Asland do it for him. He could take a hit, no doubt. Sonya would break in half, or bust open, or split apart at the seams.
I will not hurt her. I will not risk hurting her.
I press back against Dimitri, grabbing onto his hands. If I can't use my hands, I can't hurt her. I can't touch her. And thankfully, Dimitri seems to understand - as he always does - and grips my hands tightly, weaving his fingers through mine. I press my back as tight as I can against him, using him to keep me in place. He's going to keep me in place. He understands that I don't want to hurt her. I don't want to risk it. He understands and he's going to help me. Bless him and this unspoken connection between us.
"Sonya..." I say slowly.
Sonya steps closer, within five feet of me, her eyes growing wider. She stares into my eyes like they hold the answer to all the questions of the world. If she stares at me any harder, I am pretty sure I might burst into flames. She's making me very anxious. Just like I'm sure I'm making Mikhail and Dimitri and everyone else in this room very anxious because I've become completely tense.
Everyone has noticed how tense I am. Except for Sonya. She doesn't seem like she has any idea what the atmosphere in the room is like and what it could possibly mean. I'm not going to hurt her. I won't let myself. I know I won't. But it's also reassuring to know that no one else here is going to let me hurt her either. Abe would probably deserve it if I smacked him around a little, Sonya wouldn't. At all.
"I can't believe it!" Sonya says, eyes blown wider as she takes another step closer, ignorant to the room holding its breath and Mikhail's death grip on her arm trying to hold her back. "Rose! You are unlike anything I've ever seen! You're not dhampir. You're not Strigoi. You're something else. Something else entirely!"
She takes another step closer and I'm scared that the tension in my body is simply going to make me explode. I'm almost certain I'm hurting Dimitri by how tightly I'm gripping his hands and I'm pushing so hard against him he has to hold his body completely rigid to not stumble backward.
"I just can't believe it! I knew you had to be different when Abe called me and told me about what happened but I've had strange moments as a Strigoi and we don't kill every single person that we come across so it was easy to write it off as a mistake, but this is different to see in person! I see you, Rose! I really, truly see you!" She's so excited, she's more talking to herself than me, but she is getting way too close.
"Sonya!" I snap, my voice like a razor slicing through the air, dropping us into dead silence. I can see everyone in the room shifting in fear and uncertainty and the number of Guardians are increasing by the second. They were coming up from down below and from outside. "Stop, Sonya, please," I say, trying to keep my voice even and calm. "Please stop coming closer."
Sonya looks surprised by my words like she couldn't understand why I said them. "Rose, what's wrong?" I could see a flash of hurt in her eyes and I immediately felt bad. She honestly couldn't understand, which made absolutely no sense to me. I think everyone in this room actually agrees with me, for Sonya's safety and everyone's sanity, she needs to back it up.
"I don't want to hurt you," I say, feeling bad for hurting her feelings.
"You won't hurt me," Sonya says taking another step closer.
My heart is pounding so hard in my chest, I'm surprised it didn't go flying out at her and Mikhail, whose eyes are wide with fear and worry. As Sonya took that next step, so did Dimitri - but backward, away from her. At this point, I'm practically fused to him, so I'm drawn back with him. The first step causes me to stumble a bit but the next one we took in sync until we were five feet away from her once more. If I wasn't wound up like a coil I would have kissed him for being able to understand.
Instead, I send a silent thanks to whoever is out there listening, hoping that they hear it through their giggles at my expense for Dimitri and my own unspoken connection to one another.
"I don't want to hurt you," I whisper, pressing back against Dimitri. He finally pries his fingers from mine, probably because I was hurting him, and settles them on my shoulders while I grab onto his pants. I feel bad for hurting him, knowing that would have been the only reason that he would have let go of my hands in the first place.
Sonya's eyes sharpen with crystal clarity. "You won't hurt me, Rose. You won't."
"I don't want to," I affirm, "but I can't be this close to you yet. Please. Moroi are the ultimate prey for Strigoi. I just want to be careful. Please."
"But..." Sonya says slowly, her eyebrows pulling together, a mixture of hurt and confused looks cross over her face. "But you've spent days with Abe! You've been fine!"
"If I go nuts and hurt Abe... he'll have deserved it," I say, trying to relax a little bit. My muscles hurt from being so wound up. "He's Zmey! He's the serpent, knee breaker! Any sort of bad things that happen to him is probably a shit ton of back-up karma rearing her ugly head, but not to you. You did nothing wrong. Please, please understand, Sonya." I stare into her eyes. "Please give me a bit of space. Just until I know, okay? Just until I know." Know what? I don't know. She might be agreeing to an open-ended promise.
Sonya looks like she wants to argue. She opens her mouth before considering something. Finally, she looks at my posture, my face, my grip on Dimitri, the look on Mikhail's face, the look on Dimitri's. She turns her eyes to Abe, who stepped up next to her, hands folded neatly in front of himself with an intrigued, yet stoic look on his that seems a bit strange on him.
"Give her a bit of space, Sonya," Abe says, looking over at me understandingly. I had to look away, I couldn't bring myself to keep looking at the hurt and confusion on her face. I know it doesn't make sense, my logic - because it's the infamous Rose-logic - is a bit backward, but I'm not going to be the one to hurt anyone.
Sonya looks over at me like she wanted to argue her point but then stops. She lets out a long, drawn-out sigh, rubbing at her forehead with her free hand, the other one still being held back by Mikhail. Finally, she decides something, trying to catch my eyes as I built up the nerve to look over at her once more.
"Rosemarie, look into my eyes," she commands. She could have full-force blasted me with spirit induced compulsion and it wouldn't have forced me to look at her any more than her strong voice did. Once my eyes lock onto her own, she says, seriously, "I know you feel out of wack, Rose, but trust me, you are not a Strigoi. Do you hear me? You are not a Strigoi! I can see it. You won't hurt me. I know it."
I stare at her, wondering if I was believing her because she honestly believed in what she was saying, or she was using compulsion on me, but either way, I am starting to believe her. "I just don't want to hurt you."
Sonya smiles. "I know you don't want to hurt me, Rose. I know. And I know that you won't hurt me, even if you wanted to. I'm going to fix you, Rose. I'm going to make your life better until you're normal again, okay? Tomorrow. We will take baby steps starting tomorrow."
I nod a bit. At least tomorrow means not now. At least I can try and settle myself for tomorrow.
"What are we going to do?" I ask as Sonya takes a step back, giving me a bit more space. I slowly unfurrow my hands, trying to release the tension in my phalanges and inch away from Dimitri to give him a bit of his personal bubble back. He doesn't agree with me, using his hands still on my shoulders, to pull me back against him. I don't know who it's for, him or me. But if he's not willing to separate than I'm not going to fight it at all.
"We are going to finish setting up for tomorrow, you, well, I'm not sure what you want to do," Sonya says, stepping back to Mikhail and crossing her arms over her chest. She pats his hand on her arm until he reluctantly let go. Her pale skin is stained pink from his grip, and he immediately looks horribly upset and apologetic for handling her so roughly, even though she doesn't seem to notice, or care. He noticed, and he cares.
I look around, seeing everyone is just staring at me, not sure what to do, before turning back toward Sonya. "I don't think a lot is going to get done if I stay here, maybe I should go for a walk or something."
"No!" Sonya and Dimitri both exclaim at the same time, making my ears ring. I'm happy I'm not the only one who flinched in surprise, like Mikhail, and pain, like Abe. Dimitri's grip on my shoulders tightens.
"Ow," I moan, rubbing my ears. I look over my shoulder at Dimitri. "What?"
He quickly rubs my shoulders, digging his thumbs into my back, messaging the skin there in apology. I hadn't realized how tense I was until he started rubbing my neck and shoulders. Despite the situation, I can feel myself melting beneath his grip. One of the things that we used to do, after a particularly long day, was back and neck rubs. We took turns. It had become like a late night ritual for us and like going back in time to those moments, I melt under his touch.
"I'm sorry," Dimitri says softly. "You must be..." he hesitates, hands pausing, "hungry..."
I spin in his grip to stare at him. "I'm not. I'm going for a walk for everyone's sake. Not a lot is going to get done if everyone is afraid me. I'm not hungry, but I am now annoyed."
Dimitri looks apologetic and opens his mouth to speak, but Abe cuts him off. "Since being with me, Rose hasn't drank blood from dhampir or Moroi. I have been sharing human blood with her." His dark eyes glitter with some sort of strange emotion that I can't place. He almost seems... proud? Sonya definitely looks pleased.
"Oh? Is Moroi and dhampir not to your liking?" Sonya asks as if it's the simplest thing in the world to ask someone. At least I'm not the only one that wasn't a fan of that question as people began to shift growing more and more uncomfortable. Dimitri is one such person, still haunted by the things that he's done as a Strigoi in all aspects. The drinking blood part doesn't haunt Sonya, I'm sure, seeing as she still drinks blood going Strigoi to Moroi as opposed to Dimitri going Strigoi to dhampir. He cut blood from his diet immediately, but Sonya couldn't. The drinking blood doesn't hurt her the way it does him, but the killing, I'm sure, ruins them both.
"I don't know," I say. "I've never drank their blood. Moroi or dhampir."
Sonya looks perplexed. "Really? Not even once?"
I shake my head. "We primarily hunted humans until Abe and his motley crew came to town. That was my first time coming across Moroi or dhampir and Abe, Pavel, and Asland can tell you, I haven't drank from any of them."
"It's true," Abe says, interlacing his fingers in front of himself, still looking pleased somehow. "And she sleeps."
"Sleep?" Dimitri and Sonya say, both appearing surprised.
"You sleep?" Sonya says, looking down at me with blue eyes wider than I've ever seen. I'm afraid they are going to pop out of her head. Mikhail looks as confused as I felt.
"What does that mean?" He asks softly, finally speaking since I walked in. He's relaxed a bit, seeing as we are somewhat having a civil conversation. So what if it's about blood and killing and sleeping? "Why does it matter that she slept?"
"I never slept, not really, in the three years being a Strigoi," Sonya says. "I can close my eyes and lay in bed and be lost in imagination for a bit, but I haven't slept and I certainly never dreamed," Sonya says.
"Nor did I," Dimitri says, and that I remember. I remember the nights he would lay beside me after he drank my blood as a Strigoi. It was like some kind of misguided skinship. He would lay there beside me, flesh to flesh, and while we never did what I really, really wanted to do, but we would get closer than I could stand sometimes. Thinking back on it now, he used sex as a weapon against me. He knew I wanted it and he wasn't going to give it to me until I decided to join the Dark Side with him.
Wow.
But he never slept, that I remember. He would lay there for a while, a few hours maybe, hardly moving, but he wouldn't stay for forever and would eventually get bored and go to do something else to occupy his time. Mostly reading those Western novels he loves so much - well, not loved as a Strigoi that was more for passing time and the familiarity than love.
"Do you dream?" Dimitri asks, looking down at me.
I shrug, mind whirling. "I guess, sometimes."
Sonya is practically bouncing up and down in excitement. "I knew it! This is all good news, Rose! You are definitely not a Strigoi, and I'm going to prove it!" She's grinning so broadly. "Okay, you can go on your walk, just be careful, the sun is going to come up in a few hours. Alright, everyone, keep moving everything inside, we only have a few more hours before sunrise! Chop chop!" She claps her hands, excitedly.
"I think I'll go for that walk anyway," I say, backing up a bit to head for the door I came in to, I think everyone will be relieved that way.
"Rose," Dimitri grabs hold of my hand, he looks over at Sonya, looking torn between helping out, and staying with me. He looks lost.
"You can go with," Sonya says kindly, not turning around yet as people finally start moving at her command, still warily watching me. Prejudice and years of ingrained instincts are hard to fight. "I think I've got enough hands to help move the rest of the equipment into place." She finally turns and looks down at our hands, smiling broadly before looking back at Dimitri's eyes, her own sparkling. "Please, actually. I insist. We've got it here."
Normally, I'm sure he would insist on seeing what he set to do all the way through, but our separation has done a lot to him. It's done a lot to both of us, but being alive made what it did to Dimitri a lot more telling on him than it is on me - who's not alive. My chest hurts thinking about what he's been going through. Seeing the bit through Lissa's eyes and sifting through her memories don't do justice to the way he holds himself now. Normally, he would insist on helping until there wasn't much else for him to do, but he was willing now to stop halfway through so that he could stay with me.
"We are going to walk the grounds," I tell Abe, who was staring at Dimitri as if trying to understand something.
"Very well, Rose," Abe says. "Look after her, Guardian Belikov."
Like it was a mission given by Lissa herself, Dimitri nods stiffly, his dark eyes alight and strong. He looks like we are going into a pit of Strigoi rather than walking the grounds of an open field that has probably been walked about two dozen times already in the last couple of hours. As odd as it was, at least he looks more lively than he has in a while.
And maybe appealing to Dimitri's fierce nature as a protector by calling him "Guardian Belikov" Abe wanted to pull him back into himself a little bit, no doubt seeing what I see. Seeing how tired and worn down my boyfriend is. I have to shoot Abe a look of appreciation for his consideration. Seeing me has given Dimitri relief that he deserves, but it has also wrapped him in his pain and fear. I'm so close, but so far away.
Or perhaps, there was some unhearing father noise that comes with that tone that only boyfriends can hear that makes them straighten up their act or pull themselves together but either way, Dimitri pulls back to himself, at least enough that my worry for him decreases considerably.
Lissa may have worried about what he would do, but I think he's stronger than he appears. And he appears untouchable, infallible. I think he's going to be okay. I hope that he'll be okay, at least.
We walk through the fields, the patches of grass and wildflowers, dancing in the moonlight as they sway in the breeze. I can smell the moisture in the air and it's getting really cold. I think it's going to snow again, even though most of the snow has already melted on the ground during the day, I think it's safe to assume that more is going to be coming soon.
I reach out and take Dimitri's hand, holding it up so that I can look at it. I don't see any bruising and it doesn't appear to be tender anywhere when I press on it. He doesn't seem to mind and walks very slowly to keep pace with me. I missed him. I missed him so much. Even though I'm trying to make sure I didn't hurt him earlier, I also wanted to commit him to memory. More than I did before.
I admire the thick callouses on the pads of his fingers and palm from years of use. All the cuts and scrapes and marks left behind by one thing or another. The grooves in his flesh where he somehow peeled away the skin and it grew back somewhat improperly. I flip his hand over, palm up, to see that the burn scar going from the heel of his palm to his wrist is still there. A chalky white against his normally tanned skin. I feel along his fingers, one at a time, starting with his pinky. I stop at his middle finger, where he's broken it a few times. It leaves the middle knuckle slightly larger than all of the others.
I remember him telling me about the first time he broke it - at thirteen years old, beating up douchebag dad. That was before he knew how to really really throw a punch. Or he did, but in the moment, the rage was so real, so embodying that he didn't even feel the moment his finger broke, which I know came from his protective instincts on overdrive before everything settled down.
"Roza, what are you thinking about?" Dimitri asks breaking me out of my thoughts.
"What?" I look up at him. "What did you say?"
Dimitri looks down at our hands with a gentle look on his face. "I asked what you were thinking about. You seem very thoughtful."
I hesitate for a moment, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I was thinking about you busted your dad's face until you broke your finger."
Dimitri lets out a bark of a laugh, obviously not expecting that to have been what I was thinking about. He stops walking, reaching out and taking both of my hands in his own, looking down at me with love and affection written all over his face. My heart melts at the sight and I just want to melt into him and never separate again for as long as we are here. In this world, together.
So long as we aren't fighting each other, it'll be okay, right?
"Do you want to know what I'm thinking about?" Dimitri asks so softly, I could barely hear him over the wind and the sounds coming from inside the warehouse. But I heard him, so I step closer, within inches of him and stare up into his eyes.
"What are you thinking about?" I ask, staring into his eyes.
He studies my expression, my face, for a long few moments, maybe a minute. Finally, he says, "You are so beautiful. The way the moonlight dances off your hair and skin. When you look around and the light glitters off your eyes... you are breathtaking." He sighs, staring down at me like I'm... still me. Like he sees Rose completely and wholly. If he looked at me like that all the time, I'm sure I'll become invincible. "Absolutely beautiful."
I reach for his face faster than I intended to but managed to grab his cheeks gently and pull him down, down, down until his lips met mine. He kissed me back right away, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me up against him. I kiss him as hard as I dare, molding my lips onto his own, relishing in his warmth. He's kissing me, he sees Rose.
He's kissing me, he sees Rose.
He's kissing me, he sees Rose.
He's kissing me, he sees Rose.
We kiss. Again and again. Over and over and over again. Hard, soft, sweet, gentle, then we press our foreheads against one another. And we stand there in the cold, feeling the warmth. The warmth of each other. We haven't been walking long or gone far, but when we go back into that building, it's going to be like walking into a strange world. One where a Strigoi is going to willingly allow dhampir and Moroi to poke and prod at her to learn what is so different about her and what they can do to turn her back.
We have so much to talk about; Dimitri and I, but for right now both of us simply want to enjoy the fact that the other is here with us. He gives me the strength to stand up against everything. I'm relieved to be by his side again. I'm relieved that he is here. I hope that whatever it is that's keeping me from being like every other Strigoi that I've seen keeps holding up until I'm back to normal.
Well, actually...
"Dimitri..." I pull back, looking up at him. "I need to tell you about something strange that happened after I was awakened."
Dimitri's face transforms into the stoic, strong Guardian face he gets when he knows it's no longer time for pleasure and it's back to business. He nods, looking down into my eyes with a hard gaze. He doesn't want to talk about my awakening. He doesn't really want to talk about what happened and about how I'm not a dhampir anymore, because that makes it real. But if I was going to talk about it, he was going to listen.
I didn't want to talk about it either. I only wanted to talk about a small part of it. The part that suddenly occurred to me that might mean something important.
"I don't want to talk about my awakening," I say quickly and there is a flash of something in his eyes that passed so quickly that I didn't really get to analyze before it's gone. It looked like pain and fear with a touch of relief. "But I wanted to talk to you about one of the Strigoi that I was living with before Abe showed up and set me back on the straight and narrow... sort of."
Dimitri looks bothered. "What about this Strigoi?"
"Her name is Gillian."
For the Reviewers:
1. Guest 1: Thank you! I've been thinking about how to best approach Dimitri's emotions and hope that I scraped them well enough for now. Their talk will be in the next few chapters, seeing as there is much they need to talk about. But for now, they are relishing in one another. They can't do the normal way because it's very obvious that Rose isn't a regular every day Strigoi and Sonya will reveal more within the next few chapters. Thank you!
2. ginabowman2005: I knew out little wacky scientists would have to be Dimitri and Sonya, but more people will be showing up as time goes on. There has been a lot of new characters and I'm excited to bring in some favorites from the actual series. Sorry for the wait!
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