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You care too much about what other people think of you.

[She snatches it, testing the weight of it in her hands. And now that she has it firmly in her possession, she adds:]

Do you know a metalsmith here? I'd never give my only sword away - not unless I was sure I'd be able to get a new one.

It matters to me what they know of me. [ he picks up the bottle and wipes it on his sleeve before uncorking it with his teeth. ] And you care too little.

[ he turns and glances at her inspecting the sword. he supposes she looks more like herself now that she's got one. ]

I've got my trusted hook. [ and the police are looking for someone who murdered people with that sword, callisto can keep it. ] You don't have anything to drink, I take it? [ this one bottle isn't going to entertain him for long. he walks over to take a look at her sad camping ground. ]

Water, dear.

[Which she figures is of no particular interest to him. She watches him carefully, allowing him to look, though if he reaches out to touch or take anything she'll react, immediately and with lightning speed. She doesn't have a home, or many possessions; everything she owns is zipped up in that duffle, which means she'll guard it with her life.]

I don't know why you're so agreeable towards me. I've done nothing for you besides get into trouble.

[There's no regret or apology in her tone; she's just stating facts here.]

[ the magic words to make him give up on his search. he grimaces, looking like he was personally offended by the information. ]

You travel lightly.

[ at least bring a bottle. he steps away from the bag, taking a seat on some big root that's sticking out of the ground. he leans back, crosses his ankles and drinks. ]

Tell me about it. [ he actually sounds a little fed up. ] Must be out of the goodness of my heart.

You'll get over it.

[She says, coming to sit down across from him. She crouches more than she sits, really, sitting on her haunches.]

When you find another pretty face to look at.

[ does she ever relax? he's starting to believe that the answer is no. ]

You think it's your looks that attracted me to your company?

[ he raises his brows and makes a face like she might have a had a point there. but well, that's not all. ]

Lass, we have a lot in common. I find it interesting.

Do you think I find you interesting?

[Rather than looking at him as they speak, she roots around in her bag, unearthing something wrapped in cloth - which, when she unwraps it, turns out to be strips of dried fish. She takes one for herself, then jabs the cloth in his direction - her weird, unfriendly version of offering him some.]

Of course.

[ he states, no doubt about it in his mind.

to be honest he's not hungry and dried fish only reminds him of some unhappier times, but he does pick up the cloth anyway. mostly out of curiosity. ]

You're on a quest for vengeance, you wouldn't waste your precious time on any trivial acquaintances.

Just take one.

[She snaps. She caught and dried it herself, and she's saving the rest for later.]

Xena isn't here. Everything I do in this world is trivial and meaningless, unless it gets me back to her.

You really do know how to make someone feel special, don't you lass?

[ no offense taken though. it's like water off a duck's back. he picks one of the dried fish and offers the cloth back to her, mouthing a "thank you" with a cheeky grin if she happens to look his way. ]

So you only need to locate her, is that it? You have the means for actually defeating her all figured out already?

[She pauses, nibbling at her strip of fish.]

It's not that simple. She's usually easy to find. But completely destroying someone's life usually takes time; not all lives are like mine, where it could be destroyed in an instant. I'm sure her life is worse now than it was when we first met. I've seen the pain and anger in her eyes when she looks at me. The guilt. But it's not enough yet.

[It's never enough.]

There's also another pesky problem: I came here from the underworld, and she's still in the land of the living. She killed me, you know, and I really thought she was going to die with me, but that clever Xena - she managed to save herself at the last moment.

[ vengeance is like a void, it's endless and it will devour everything. the more he hears her talk about it, the more he realizes how close he came to losing himself to it and maybe he did. it surprised even himself how he can care about anything else now. ]

I'd say guilt is a great start. My enemy had no such feelings, he was no man.

[ it only made it easier to go after him, seeing that he felt no remorse for what he did.

hook suddenly looks up from his bottle when she casually mentions her own death. ]

She killed you? [ his first thought is that now she's never going to let it go. he never would. ] After everything she'd already done?

I know. Brazen, don't you think? I really didn't think she had it in her.

[And she laughs, this time more genuinely amused than bitter.]

I hope it haunts her.

Anyone would be.

[ she doesn't seem distressed by the memory, so he's not going to be too somber about it either. ]

She's not a completely heartless person then, I take it?

She's--

[Her lip curls, and she finishes off the last of her fish with a sharp bite, gnashing her teeth.]

No, she's not heartless. She sees herself as a hero now - someone to be celebrated and loved. She's reformed.

I'm more heartless than she is, and that's why I know I'll win. There's nothing left in me for her to hurt.

[ he got rid of his fish while she wasn't looking. ]

Well. Doesn't that sound like the perfect plan.

[ exactly the same plan that he had. needless to say, it didn't work out.

he actually looks uncomfortable for a moment, but he hides it by getting back up on his feet. he was planning to stay a little longer, but this conversation is giving him all sorts of flashbacks he didn't sign up for. nope. ]

I'd love to discuss it at length with you, lass, but I'm honestly getting a little thirsty. [ he holds up the bottle. ]

No, you're not.

[She says, a challenge in her voice.]

I've scared you off.

[But she doesn't try to stop him; doesn't try to fight. She pulls her bag over by the strap, making a show of picking through it rather than giving him any attention.]

Take your drink and go; it doesn't make any difference to me.

[And it's herself as much as him that she's trying to convince here.]

[ he immediately stops in his tracks. accusing him of cowardice is a trigger, especially if he's had something to drink. ]

Oh, in that case forgive me for not having left sooner and having taken up your precious time, my lady.

[ there's some bite to his voice. she's fooling no one.

suddenly he takes a deep breath like he was exhausted. he just wants to drink and forget, okay? ]

Now, listen carefully because I'm only going to say this once.

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[Bite is good. She likes bite. And there's no small amount of satisfaction at having brought it out when she snaps:]

Say it.

[ at least she's willing to listen. ]

No matter how heartless you are, she's going to win if she's got people who care for her. Even if she's dead, she'll be victorious and you'll have nothing.

[ he was heartless and he did everything he could to destroy his enemy's happiness, but in the end it wasn't enough. he realized it only moments before it was too late to turn back. ]

You're wasting your time, lass.

I've told you, I'm going to kill all her loved ones, too.

[Or maybe she hasn't told him. She's told some people. It's hard to keep track.

And then her demeanor changes, just slightly - not softening, but deflating a bit.]

Don't assume I care about my time, Killian. Don't assume I won't sacrifice every bit of what little is left of me for this.

All of them?

[ he sounds sceptical, smiling a little sadly to himself. it doesn't matter whether she's told him or not, he can easily tell what she's going to say. if this xena is anything like the man he hunted, it's likely that there will be someone who mourns after her, no matter who callisto kills. ]

I have no doubts about that.

[ he says quietly, looking like he wished he was anywhere else right now. ]

You were given more time. I'd call that a second chance, lass.

I'd call it more of the same. Revenge is just as unreachable here as it was in Tartarus, and my options are no different: find a way out, or wait.

[She tosses a fishbone in his direction, though it hits the ground before it reaches him.]

The kind of second chance you're talking about isn't anything I'm interested in, and that will never change.

[ he glances down at it and then looks up at her. he's clearly thinking of something he isn't saying out loud. instead he raises his hand for a lazy wave as he turns away to leave. ]

I'll drink to that, love.

[ he isn't the person who would do everything to help her, save her from herself - he remains doubtful that he even could. obviously he didn't do enough to try, but he said something. he can leave now, escape this situation and go find something that will knock him out. ]

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sorry it took me a million years

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