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2nd floor common room, evening

It's probably an act of desperation that Cameron is sitting in the common watching the Super Bowl. It is kinda nice with the surround system, but it's still football which really doesn't compare to basketball. Still, he's got popcorn and chips and he's feeling kinda fuzzy.

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"I don't have a problem with you or your girlfriend," Bel said. "But I think I have more reason to be worried about you, don't I? Considering that one of you" -- he rubbed his hand over his chest -- "shot me up full of darts the other night. Where is Marty, by the way? I really need to thank him for that. Imagine he's quite proud of himself for what he did."

Cameron considered it, as much as he could right now anyway. "Okay, that's fair enough. I can see that, but no one tried to actually kill you. Apparently fireballs got more of an ouch degree than a sedative, but yeah we did try to get you from alerting stabby and whammy bloodgalore. So I'm kinda not getting you right now, dude. You've got no problem with me or my girlfriend, but you don't mind breaking some shells to get that omelette. Is that it?"

"Why not?" Be said, mulling over Cam's first statement. "Why knock me out? Why not kill me like Darla and Dru?" He stopped talking, wondering if they should really be having this conversation in a room full of people.

Cameron was really too much out of it to consider such a thing as privacy and did reply without thinking. "You've got a soul."

Bel blinked. "Why should that matter? Whose idea was that?"

Cameron shrugged with one shoulder. "Maybe it's mine so I can sleep better at night. I'm not going to cry over dusting something that tried to bite me to death. The way Angel explained it and as far as I know my vampire stories, they don't have a choice. They're dead, they don't have a soul. They don't decide to be evil, they just are and for all we know they were charity workers before they kicked it."

He shrugged again. "In a way, I think I have less problems with something like a vampire who doesn't know better than someone who has a choice and still decides to screw with people. Personal preference, of course."

"Having a soul doesn't mean anything," Bel said coldly. "It doesn't mean you have a choice. It just means...." He searched for the right words, but wasn't sure he should say them anyway. He turned away and started to leave.

"It matters," Rory said quietly, looking at Cameron rather than Bel. "A conscience counts for everything."

Cameron gave her a small smile, he hadn't realised people were listening and it made him a bit more hesitant when he asked Bel; "It just means what?"

"It just makes things harder," Bel said flatly before he could stop himself.

Cameron wasn't sure if he was following this, he frowned at Bel. "No, man. Having a soul means exactly that. I means you have control to make the tough decisions. You are at the wheel and sometimes you end up driving in a ditch but most of the time you're steering."

Okay, he was losing track again. He frowned and gathered his thoughts again. "That whole fuss we threw in Ethics class about slavery? Taking away someone's choice is one of the lowest things to do."

"Try living with that kind of thing your entire life," Bel said. "Then talk to me about having a choice." His aggitated tone made it clear he was done with this line of conversation for now.

"You're right, I've got it easy." Cameron nodded but took the hint and let it be.

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