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Scarlet walked into the trailer, and Christian stepped inside and closed the door. James was sitting down at a small table as Scarlet walked into the mini kitchen. Christian looked around the trailer. An old tribel mask made of ivory hung on the wall in between twin Elk-antler sets.

"Nice place," Christian said in compliment. "This mask..."

"Is over a hundred years old," Scarlet replied from the kitchen. "It was my grandfathers war mask. It symbolizes weakness."

"It's beautiful," Christian said. "A true warrior is one who accepts his or her weaknesses, making him or her a stronger person."

"You aren't human, are you, Christian?" Scarlet asked as she came back from the kitchen placing a plate of franks on the table. James sat up and started eating.

"How could you tell?" Christian asked, walking over to the table.

"Your scent," Scarlet replied, sitting down in a chair slinging her feet onto the table.

"Scarlet!" James sputtered, almost coughing up half his hot dog. It always unnerved him a little whenever Scarlet talked about smelling people. People, don't normally smell people, Scarlet, James thought, knowing that speaking his thoughts would have little effect.

"Also, humans don't have halos," Scarlet said, ignoring James. Surprised James turned to look at Christian but didn't see a halo. How did she know, James thought? Christian wasn't even glowing with the pale light anymore.

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Scarlet walked into the trailer, and Christian stepped inside and closed the door. James was sitting down at a small table as Scarlet walked into the mini kitchen. Christian looked around the trailer. An old tribel mask made of ivory hung on the wall in between twin Elk-antler sets.

"Nice place," Christian said in compliment. "This mask..."

"Is over a hundred years old," Scarlet replied from the kitchen. "It was my grandfathers war mask. It symbolizes weakness."

"It's beautiful," Christian said. "A true warrior is one who accepts his or her weaknesses, making him or her a stronger person."

"You aren't human, are you, Christian?" Scarlet asked as she came back from the kitchen placing a plate of franks on the table. James sat up and started eating.

"How could you tell?" Christian asked, walking over to the table.

"Your scent," Scarlet replied, sitting down in a chair slinging her feet onto the table.

"Scarlet!" James sputtered, almost coughing up half his hot dog. It always unnerved him a little whenever Scarlet talked about smelling people. People, don't normally smell people, Scarlet, James thought, knowing that speaking his thoughts would have little effect.

"Also, humans don't have halos," Scarlet said, ignoring James. Surprised James turned to look at Christian but didn't see a halo. How did she know, James thought? Christian wasn't even glowing with the pale light anymore.