Lola: He cares about you…but he hasn’t turned you.
Mick: Nobody’s turning anyone.
Beth: I don’t want that.
Lola: You say that now. You’re young…in a year or two, when he stops coming around when you look in the mirror…I know you’ve looked at him and wondered. What does it feel like? To move through the night, so powerful, nothing can touch you. I can give you that.
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