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[atowncalledtreffy]

And you don't think there's the chance of a vampire from my world, someone my family killed, who wouldn't be eager to get their hands on that?

[badbutsad]

I don't care about them! I'm trying to take care of you!

[atowncalledtreffy]

You're sixteen years old. I know how to take care of myself.

[badbutsad]

And you choose not to! You just get angry and drunk and try to pick fights.

[atowncalledtreffy]

And that's my choice. You're going to take that from me?

[badbutsad]

No!

[Titan why was Trevor so stubborn.]

But-- Sypha's not here anymore, Dad's not here. I just- [He scowls and looks away, rubbing his arm stiffly.] I want you to have someone you can trust with it.

[With himself.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[ughhhh. Trevor takes a breath and attempts to explain;]

I trust you. I don't trust the Necromancer not to fuck with us. He might already have the ability to let any asshole wander into the infirmary, but why make it easier on him?

[badbutsad]

Then let me keep it! Flapjack and I can protect it even if something happens to us because of a flood. If our room disappears it'll vanish anyway. But at least this way I can protect it for you and there's someone in the infirmary who knows how to protect you from yourself!

[atowncalledtreffy]

'Protect me from myself'?

[badbutsad]

I remember how you were on Flotilla. I know I can't stop you, but I can at least help.

[atowncalledtreffy]

I remember Flotilla too. As far as I was concerned, I was doing just fine. I was wishing I could stay there.