Santi looked over at Tim as he spoke.  The way he spoke of Shari... of how she had made him forget the pain... almost made her sound like a saint.  But she wasn't, she<span style="font-style: italic">couldn't</span>be.  To deliberately feed women to Tim, to consign them to death, no matter how pleasantly they went, wasn't right... it wouldn't even be right if Tim was a pure Fur and could be sort-of<span style="font-style: italic">expected</span>to swallow humans from time to time.  It was true, mind, that there was always a<span style="font-style: italic">chance</span>that it had all been a huge game... that Tim would have brought her up before it was too late, and that the two of them would have had their laugh at her expense.  But Santi really doubted it.<br/><br/>"She made you forget the pain."  Santi shook her head.  "By killing women?  Was that justified?"  She shivered.  Even now, while she was summoning up the nerve to show some anger, she could still remember how utterly pleasant it had been.  "Did... did you enjoy that?  Did you enjoy feeling those girls screaming and fighting inside you until they became just meat?"  She shuddered.  She had a feeling most of those girls hadn't screamed or fought much at that point, despite their imminent deaths... and she knew how close she'd been to that herself.  Her ability to heal... she doubted it would have saved her from that...<br/><br/>"I don't..." she hugged herself as she walked.  "I don't remember anything, myself.  I just woke up in the sewers.  Naked.  All I remember is... is that I had to get away, and hide.  I don't remember anything else."  She shook her head.  "Maybe if I remembered anything, I'd be insane too... or maybe I<span style="font-style: italic">am</span>insane.  I usually enjoy pain..." gods, that was a terrible thought... that she might be as crazy, in her own way, as Shari and Tim...  "And you?  You, Baldie...?"<br/><br/>Baldie started answering her question too.  A janitor he said.  He'd been a janitor.  Holy shit, she thought, not even noticing her own mental pun.  And what was this?  "Guy slash Girl."  Right.  And they had no plan for once Santi and Tim were "rescued..." they just wanted to get them out of there.  Out from under the noses of the rich and connected.  Somehow she wasn't surprised to hear that... it wasn't a shock.  His next words, though, were.<br/><br/>"The downside is, your regenerative properties won't work on this side."  She stared at him as he put out his smoke.  Wait a second... did he mean she could actually get<span style="font-style: italic">hurt</span>here?  That if she cut herself, she wouldn't heal??  That wasn't right!  She'd gotten too used to a little quick pain... shoot.  Of course, he distracted her from that particular thought by suddenly ripping off his own head, or so it seemed at first.  He'd been wearing an... an "anti-wig," or something.  Suddenly he wasn't bald at all... he had rather nice black hair.  He suddenly didn't look nearly as old, either...<br/><br/>"What?"  She blinked, looking over at Tim.  "Eat Tim?  You're kidding, right?"  She frowned at him.  She'd never felt any kind of urge to eat someone... well, not literally, at least.  No hunger, no growling tummy when she looked at someone.  Did whatever<span style="font-style: italic">they</span>had done to her make her able to eat people?!  Or was that just Tim??  "I, uh... no.  No worries there..." she gave Tim a nervous look, then gave not-so-Baldie the same look.  "Uh, Sam."  She swallowed, nervously.  "Um, just... just promise me you'll tell me everything you know once we're safe?  sorta?"