[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]October 31st, 1943 - Curious[/color][/b][hr][hr][/center]

	Ruthie gave a slight nod as her fingers wrapped around the cup. "Thanks," she said before taking a sip, her eyes not really looking anywhere until they went behind her as something seemed to catch her attention. Rolling her eyes she downed the rest of the cup and refilled it, Gilbert had said it was alright. Ben looked at her and let out the tiniest of smiles before taking another long pull from his cigarette, his legs stretching out before him. The question was asked towards Ruthie and she looked over towards Ben. "Don't see why not, it's what he does." Ben however was already shaking his head a bit. 

	"Naw, don't work like that. I can't do that," Ben said as he rubbed his his chin. 

	"Ya, you can. I've done seen it. Not just with me but Jonesy and that kid," Ruthie said setting the cup down on the table. 

	"You saw how that all worked?" he asked her a bit surprised.

	"I knows I was deader than Jesus and Gabe begged and you brought me back. Same with that kid. You, you just looked at him and he come back," Ruthie said as she sat there leaning slightly as she rested her hand over Bens. Ben pulled it away from her and shook his head. 

	"That ain't what happened," he protested. 	

	"The hell is ain't Ben."

	"I can't just conjure up some healing or resurrection from scratch. It'd don't work that way. All I do is move life. From one body to another," he said as he picked up her cup and then moved it to the other side of the table.

	"So to heal someone?" Ruthie asked quietly, starting to understand a bit more. 

	"I gotta hurt someone and ain't nothing even, the longer, the more healing, the worse it is, the more blood I gotta shed," he said before placing the cigarette between his lips and pointing out the back door of the Kitchen House to the bald patch of ground. "Ain't nothing ever gonna be there again." There was a dawn of realization on Ruthies face and she nodded a bit, the color draining from her face as she took another drink. Ben turned his head and looked over towards Gilbert. "And I doubt I could raise the Raised," he said. It was a hell of a line to bring back the dead but to bring back the 'Non-Dead', that was a line even Lady Luck hadn't crossed. Taking a puff from his cigarette he just looked down at the table. "I didn't just born this way. Just like all them before me."

	Libby half stopped when she heard someone. Spinning around lazily on the balls of her feet. She laughed a bit. "Well I ain't part of one of them traveling tent revivals," she said as she finally came to a full stop and crossed one arm over the other in a relaxed fashion. "Well nice to meet ya both and sure y'all, ask away, that is if you don't mind following me. I gotta rinse off, dust be everywhere on me and I mean [b][i]everywhere,"[/i][/b] she said as she turned on her heels and started walking back towards the waters edge where she had been headed in the first place. "Name's Libby, most just call me Lib."