"True," Van Helsing repeated. "That's a way to look at it. I do like you," he added quickly. "Much better... company than the others I've gained."
"What do you mean by this?" Van Helsing smiled. "Us... the two of us... or our group?"
"Just a thought I had," Van Helsing muttered, glad she wasn't upset. "The idea that everything happens and everyone is here for a reason is something I've always believed in."
"Would you feel wierd and leave if I said that I think God put us together like this for a reason?" Van Helsing asked tentatively, his laughter stopping now.
"Cute," Van Helsing laughed. "That's exactly what I would have done if I were in your spot." He shut his eyes and laughed harder. "It's odd having things in common with you, isn't it?"
"Definitely," Van Helsing agreed. "You don't mind talking to me, do you?"
"Thus why I'm speaking with you, my dear," Van Helsing replied quickly, catching her eye and winking again. "It's a nice change."
"He can be," Van Helsing sighed. "Sometimes I wish I had other company, you know? Someone other than a strict, smart friar... no offense meant to the man, of course."
"I never talk to anyone is what i meant," Van Helsing clarified. "I've only spoken a little to Carl because... well, he's always around."
"I don't know yet," Van Helsing mused, looking away from her. "But actually being able to talk to you is a start... that's something I never do."
"Only you," Van Helsing grinned. "Since you're the only person besides Carl that I've ever really talked to about himself."
"You should try it," Van Helsing suggested. "I do it all the time, and, for some reason, it does help. It's always good to talk to God."
"Have you ever asked to be forgiven?" Van Helsing asked. "I always kind of had the theory that if you did, you could go in any church you wanted without any trouble."
"You killed those people so you could survive," Van Helsing said calmly. "And even if you killed them for the hell of it, which I think you didn't, then you can ask for forgiveness. If you are truly sorry for those unnecessary murderers, you will be forgiven. I think that God understands you have to kill to survive, and that's not a bad thing."
"Jinx, dear," Van Helsing sighed. "Why on earth would you go to hell?"
"Now? Yes," Van Helsing said solemnly. "I believe so. And you, my dear, will not go to hell... trust me."
"Fallen?" Van Helsing repeated with a little frown. "I still love and believe in God, my dear... I'm just not very good at following his rules."
"An archangel, actually, if that sounds any more masculine and attractive for you," Van Helsing muttered. "The left hand of God, so to speak... and your company has changed my ways, so they would likely kill me just as they would you if they knew what I was doing now."
"The church believes me to be a holy being... an angel or some sort, even; my punishment for my sins of murder is my loss of memory. They are very prejudice, though, yes."
"I think..." Van Helsing began slowly, not sure what to say. "I think that I'm immortal in a way... but I'm not human and I never have been. It's hard to tell since I have very few moments at all."
