That's what she told you. Maybe it's been a week, maybe it's been years, but that's what she built her crusade on. My lost mission. If I have lost the mission, I'd really love for you to tell me what mission I found. And why. Why always gives you more answers than what.
( There is no choice now, but to speak from her heart. She still has a bitch-undercurrent (their words, she'd assume) for the team using her family's name. )
What if - we cease fire and we talk. And, if after we talk, you don't think any differently, then we continue this. ( As more approach... ) All of us!
[To her credit, some of them do actually still (18 vs. 5), watching her and trying to see what she has to say. As the back up squad approaches, the leader holds up his fist, indicating they should hold.
Then he looks back at the two bloody bodies Malia is standing in front of.
"Can we give them medical care while you talk?" Negotiating the lines of the truce.
The wolves do back off and give Allison her space, but they're ready to leap back in again. They don't trust the hunters.]
( Allison holds her hand out to the wolves, lowering her other hand holding the crossbow. )
Please. I don't want anymore people - anybody else to die. It's not normal to strap yourself to a bomb and incinerate a public place. Even at my most fanatical, driven by the sick idea of revenge, I didn't want to kill anybody. I just wanted to hurt them like I thought they hurt me. When I was a teenager, my mother was bitten - and she died. And I blamed werewolves, including my boyfriend at the time, Scott McCall. I went to a dark place. But, imagine my dark place only being a couple of weeks and yours...
I was there when Monroe first came up. She was my guidance counselor my senior year of high school, and like me, she was manipulated by my grandfather, taught to hate and to fear. And that fear was stoked by an ancient evil that was also unleashed.
But, I'm not here to give excuses. If you ever knew me, especially after that period in my life. I changed. I literally changed our family's honor code. I wanted to protect anybody that couldn't protect themselves. Because there are bad wolves out there, and vampires, and witches. But, there are also scared orphans and ostracized shapeshifters, and people with nowhere to turn. People who don't want to kill, who don't want trouble.
Monroe has convinced you that I am a part of the problem, that I'm what - a sympathizer? The only people I sympathize with right now, I'm sorry, are you. Because, you've already lost your friends, maybe your family, on the crusade of a dead psychopath. Gerard Argent was my grandfather. But, he was also a sociopath who used a kanima - used my friend - to try and kill Scott.
I'm not here to change your mind about Scott McCall, or, even me for that matter. And don't get me wrong, I could. Scott is the most genuine guy - person I have ever met. But, me. All I try to do is help. And yes, I kill. When I have to. When a village has been losing population by the tens and hundreds. Or, when a young child is kidnapped. But not when groups are simply congregating in a restaurant. Would I sacrifice myself for the cause, yes. I will go down fighting. But, this is not your cause. And it never was. It just feels like it is. That's her power. She makes you feel special, she makes you feel heard.
And you are. You all are. I could train you. I could really train you. And I could help. But, if you keep going down this path then I have no choice, and the Mikaelson's, they won't leave anything left.
And Tamara Monroe doesn't care. I'm sorry. If nothing I've said today even sways you -- well, I tried. But, I'm telling the wolves now - I am making it clear - let us let you go. Retreat. If you can't betray her, fine, but do not go through with this. It may not seem like you're outnumbered. And it's not because we're better or faster. You're just outnumbered. And you believe we think we're better, right? Better than humans? Me? The sympathizer, the defector Argent? I'm not. I'm no better than you. But, when I went down this path, I turned back. I went to Paris. I - thought about my actions, yes, I hardened and I cried a lot. But, I turned back.
So, help us. Please. Or, get out. Save yourselves. Do better. Be better than she believes you to be.
[It's a good speech. It definitely has some of them thinking, and she can see the conflict on their faces. But at the same time, there are hunters in the squad who are twice her age and don't believe that they need to be trained - or re-trained for that matter. They are set in what they believe their world to be.
But some of them are considering, and one of them is the leader she's engaging (14).
"You're siding with the Mikaelsons. You get that right?"]
I'm siding with not killing innocent people because they weren't born like you. Monroe engaged the Mikaelson's. I reached out to every faction in New Orleans. Freya Mikaelson has an ear with the witches. And while I don't stand for most of the Mikaelson's legacy, I've seen firsthand what happens when something good results.
( She addresses the leader, mostly, as she is making the most headway with him, but generally, she asks the crowd. )
Have the Mikaelson's come after any of you personally? Statistically, maybe two or three of you if you're local. If you were brought in from out-of-town, then less. Or none?
["That's not how this works!" Someone else shouts from the back of the crowd. She can't really see the face, but it's clear they're offended by her words. "When monsters kill people, you come and take care of it. You don't let them get away with it just because it didn't happen to you."]
It's not letting them get away with it if they're just as likely to kill me, too. What good can I do, dead? And you don't think I have people, people I trust, people who want to do the good I do ready to if it comes to that. What do you call what you're doing? What makes you not the monsters? I ask because I've been the monster.
( And what she intimates is that Monroe, too, for too long as been the monster. )
["We're human." The stern voice steps through the crowd, determination in his step (18). He doesn't seem cowed by her words, and his assurance is reflected in some of the eyes around him. "That's what makes us not the monster. We're doing what we have to do to protect the rest of us. And if you're not with us, you might as well be one of them."
And before anyone else can react, he raises his gun and shoots at Allison. Fortunately he rolls not great (8).]
( Unfortunately, Allison is shot (1) and it's bad and she didn't come in wearing any body armor. Easy call that she will need to be hospitalized, or she'll need a vampire intervention. )
[Malia snarls as Allison falls, and gun fire erupts around them. The scent of blood and gunpowder fills the air as wolves and hunters clash over what was once a peaceful bit of land out of the way from New Orleans.
Malia manages to drop down next to her when the gunshots stop, playing dead for the purposes of survival. Her hand reaches out to take Allison's as the boots continue to stomp, and soon the smell of smoke fills the air.
The hunters leave as the bayou burns around them. And that's the last thing Allison sees before her wound pulls at the edges of her consciousness and pulls her under.]
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Because for them, it is that simple. It's why she's trying to defend these wolves, rather than helping them take them out.]
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( There is no choice now, but to speak from her heart. She still has a bitch-undercurrent (their words, she'd assume) for the team using her family's name. )
What if - we cease fire and we talk. And, if after we talk, you don't think any differently, then we continue this. ( As more approach... ) All of us!
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Then he looks back at the two bloody bodies Malia is standing in front of.
"Can we give them medical care while you talk?" Negotiating the lines of the truce.
The wolves do back off and give Allison her space, but they're ready to leap back in again. They don't trust the hunters.]
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Please. I don't want anymore people - anybody else to die. It's not normal to strap yourself to a bomb and incinerate a public place. Even at my most fanatical, driven by the sick idea of revenge, I didn't want to kill anybody. I just wanted to hurt them like I thought they hurt me. When I was a teenager, my mother was bitten - and she died. And I blamed werewolves, including my boyfriend at the time, Scott McCall. I went to a dark place. But, imagine my dark place only being a couple of weeks and yours...
I was there when Monroe first came up. She was my guidance counselor my senior year of high school, and like me, she was manipulated by my grandfather, taught to hate and to fear. And that fear was stoked by an ancient evil that was also unleashed.
But, I'm not here to give excuses. If you ever knew me, especially after that period in my life. I changed. I literally changed our family's honor code. I wanted to protect anybody that couldn't protect themselves. Because there are bad wolves out there, and vampires, and witches. But, there are also scared orphans and ostracized shapeshifters, and people with nowhere to turn. People who don't want to kill, who don't want trouble.
Monroe has convinced you that I am a part of the problem, that I'm what - a sympathizer? The only people I sympathize with right now, I'm sorry, are you. Because, you've already lost your friends, maybe your family, on the crusade of a dead psychopath. Gerard Argent was my grandfather. But, he was also a sociopath who used a kanima - used my friend - to try and kill Scott.
I'm not here to change your mind about Scott McCall, or, even me for that matter. And don't get me wrong, I could. Scott is the most genuine guy - person I have ever met. But, me. All I try to do is help. And yes, I kill. When I have to. When a village has been losing population by the tens and hundreds. Or, when a young child is kidnapped. But not when groups are simply congregating in a restaurant. Would I sacrifice myself for the cause, yes. I will go down fighting. But, this is not your cause. And it never was. It just feels like it is. That's her power. She makes you feel special, she makes you feel heard.
And you are. You all are. I could train you. I could really train you. And I could help. But, if you keep going down this path then I have no choice, and the Mikaelson's, they won't leave anything left.
And Tamara Monroe doesn't care. I'm sorry. If nothing I've said today even sways you -- well, I tried. But, I'm telling the wolves now - I am making it clear - let us let you go. Retreat. If you can't betray her, fine, but do not go through with this. It may not seem like you're outnumbered. And it's not because we're better or faster. You're just outnumbered. And you believe we think we're better, right? Better than humans? Me? The sympathizer, the defector Argent? I'm not. I'm no better than you. But, when I went down this path, I turned back. I went to Paris. I - thought about my actions, yes, I hardened and I cried a lot. But, I turned back.
So, help us. Please. Or, get out. Save yourselves. Do better. Be better than she believes you to be.
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But some of them are considering, and one of them is the leader she's engaging (14).
"You're siding with the Mikaelsons. You get that right?"]
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( She addresses the leader, mostly, as she is making the most headway with him, but generally, she asks the crowd. )
Have the Mikaelson's come after any of you personally? Statistically, maybe two or three of you if you're local. If you were brought in from out-of-town, then less. Or none?
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( And what she intimates is that Monroe, too, for too long as been the monster. )
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And before anyone else can react, he raises his gun and shoots at Allison. Fortunately he rolls not great (8).]
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Malia manages to drop down next to her when the gunshots stop, playing dead for the purposes of survival. Her hand reaches out to take Allison's as the boots continue to stomp, and soon the smell of smoke fills the air.
The hunters leave as the bayou burns around them. And that's the last thing Allison sees before her wound pulls at the edges of her consciousness and pulls her under.]