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Having finally gotten up off of the couch and managed to convince herself that she had to have a new shirt, Sarah trudges slowly up the stairs. She turns down into the hallway, and pushes her door open rather ungracefully. The door swings back and hits the wall. "Sorry about that," she says with a shrug, and heads for her closet.

Paige looks up from her book, cobalt blue eyes slightly out of focus from reading for so long. A smile lights up her face when she realizes that it's Sarah, and she sticks a finger in her place. "No, not at all. I was really beginning to wonder if I'd imagined our first meeting."

Sarah looks at Paige and raises an eyebrow. "If that's the sort of thing you imagine, you're weirder than I thought." She grabs a shirt from the closet, an odd tie-dye number, and starts to change, oblivious to the open door. The shirt she takes off is ratty and falling apart, the product of a day or two of wear.

"Are you that snarky all by yourself, or has someone been hanging out with Jono?" Paige teases, her smile never leaving her face. "No, but really, I've just missed you. I never see you anymore, which is weird, as you are my room mate."

Sarah shrugs, and throws her old t-shirt in a trash can that is half-way full of bones. "Be thankful you haven't seen me lately. The odds of me attempting to maim someone were high." She scratches her forehead, around one of her new horns. "And, I'll have you know that my sarcasm has nothing to do with hanging around with Jono. So there." She smiles, and lies back on the bed.

Only when Sarah brings attention to the horns does Paige actually fully notice them. She pauses, head tilted to the side and regards Sarah curiously. "New look?"

"Only until I can pry these fuckers out of my head." Sarah says, putting an arm behind her. "I'm not gonna walk around with horns for the rest of my life."

"You let me know if I can help," Paige says somewhat forcefully, as if nervous that Sarah would not accept her assistance without force.

"There's probably not much you can do, but thanks." She sighs. The bed's pretty comfortable, but she's hardly used it since she's been here. "I just have to wait around until they loosen or something. Or get really pissed one day and just yank them out, and deal with whatever happens."

Paige doesn't have much to say to that, and changes the subject. "You never sleep up here. May I ask why?"

"I don't like heights," Sarah says with a shrug, "It's what happens when you live in a sewer for awhile. Besides, after my post about "monsters", I had a feeling I wouldn't get much peace up here."

"Understandable, on both accounts." Paige bites her lip as if wondering whether she should say something, but in typical Paige form, doesn't think very long. "I'm sorry if people are bothering you about the whole monster post, Sarah, but... it's only because they care. They're worried, you know? We... well I anyway, would never force an opinion on you."

Sarah sits up, slowly, scratching her shoulder and pulling a bone from it. "Yeah, I know. I guess I see where they're all coming from. I mean, how can they see me as anything but a monster, if I can't see myself as anything but that? But you know, I don't have any illusions. I don't live in a pretty-pretty dreamland, and I see things for what they are. Not only do I look like a monster, but fuck if I don't act like it sometimes too."

"That's part of being human though. Humans are monsters, and mutants just haven't evolved quite enough to get rid of that aspect yet." Paige sighs and turns to face her roomie fully. "You know, sometimes I wonder if humans evolved into being monsters and it's mutants jobs to unevolve it. Or... at least make it better."

"Make it better?" Sarah laughs, bitterly. "If we're going to save this pathetic excuse for a world, then why are we forced to hide? The Morlocks lived in a sewer. And you know what? One day somebody opened up hunting season on the place. Killed every last fucking one of them. And life in the upland went on obliviously. Not even a mention on the news. No one knew, or cared for that matter."

Paige's face falls, a puppy who has been kicked. "I... would have cared. If I'd known. I..." She swallows, voice trembling, unsure of anything that she can say. "I... I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Sarah says sharply. "Being sorry doesn't change anything. The Morlocks are still dead, whether anybody is sorry about it or not."

Paige barely resists the beckoning of her flaring temper. "Being sorry, caring, is what changes things. They might be dead, but your telling me and my being sorry could be what prevents things like what happened to the Morlocks from happening again."

"Sitting around being sorry does nothing pretty-pretty." Sarah gets up, and walks to the door. "I was sorry when it first happened. I'm furious now. Being so pissed off that you actually get up and do something is what fixes things. For example, if I ever find out who butchered the Morlocks, they aren't going to like what I've got planned for them. Hopefully there will be lots of screaming involved." There's a satisfied tone in Sarah's voice when she finishes. "See ya later."

Paige smiles suddenly, as if she's just realized something. "Yes, Sarah. I will see you later."