It just occurred to me that I compiled this for a contest, seeing as that's what Damien reacts to at the end. Duh. Based on a review that was included in the original file, this dates to around 2002. Original author's note follows.
Here are some "dialogue samples" to get a feel for what Dami sounds like when he talks. Short description, he tends to babble hysterically when he's upset. But let's let him speak for himself, shall we? :)
Damien, talking to his sister's grave: Y'know, I think I'm too gullible. Time after time it seems I fall for people who aren't what they say they are. And the same thing ends up happening. But you know that already. I guess we both know that.
There's this guy I just met, Derrick Grant; have you heard of him? No one else has. It's like he's not for real. I've been trying to get in touch with him but I don't know how. And now I think he's telling me lies. I think he's with them. Isn't life wonderful, when you're surrounded by the same people who are responsible for the breakup of your family? They're all over. Like lice. Or fleas. Or some kind of little vermin. Y'know, Lil, sometimes I believe I'm actually envious of you. You're sleeping peacefully, while I'm down here--
Derrick: So you do believe in Heaven.
Damien: What are you doing here?
Derrick: What's it to you? This is a public cemetery.
Damien (Derrick is standing on Lilu's grave): Please move your foot.
Derrick: Not to ruin your nice little world view, but how do you know which way she went? Up or down?
Damien: I knew her. She was my light, my life. Until somebody took it away.
Derrick: So why aren't you lying under the ground?
Damien: A part of me is. Right here. A part called Lilu. But I suppose you wouldn't understand that, since you have no life, right?
Derrick: You don't know me, so I don't see how you can lay out my life--or my lack of life--for me.
Damien: Good. I won't if you don't do the same for my sister. You never even met her.
--Lucifer, Chapter 11
Father Damien, talking to Damien: Damien, you have to stop blaming yourself for what happened to your sister. That was years ago. You tried to convince her to come. It's not your fault.
Damien: I didn't try hard enough. And it was years ago, but I had nightmares for months after, and I still do. You know what I see when I'm asleep? Never tell anyone this. I dream, and in my dream I see Lilu at the bridge, and she's calling me, and I go down to see her and when I get there she's all covered in blood and there's a gaping hole in her chest. And she's saying to me, 'Damien, you have to watch out for yourself now, I can't help you anymore. Watch out for them or the same thing will happen to you.' Every night. Every night the same thing.
I try to take her hand, I'm just so confused and I'm asking her, 'Who did this? Who did this to you, Lilu?' But she doesn't answer. She just backs away and says, 'Watch out for them, Damien, or they'll get you too.' And she disappears into the water. Just fades away. And there I am, left standing on the bank, staring out over the river, and I'm screaming, but no sound comes out. Do you know why?
It's because I'm drowning. I'm under the water, and I'm trying to swim to the top, but something's holding me down so I can't make it and I can't breathe, and I'm starting to lose it. I try to splash my hands out of the water but it's like there's glass covering it--I can't break through. And then I see Luther looking down at me from the bank. He's only a boy but he speaks with the words of the Luther I knew much later. He's hurt, and humiliated, and he's blaming me for all that's happened. 'It's all your fault,' he accuses, staring at me with those icy eyes, those haunted eyes which he's always had. 'You weren't there when she needed you, and now she's dead. I couldn't be there because she didn't want me. But you she needed, and you abandoned her. You left her behind.'
Father Damien: I never knew.
Damien: And I try to speak to him, but only bubbles come out. I can't talk. I can't ask him for help. And he won't help me anyway. He only stares at me with those accusing eyes. And then he's gone--and it's you that's talking to me.
Father Damien: Me? But we only got back together about a year ago.
Damien: But I remember you from when I was really little. When we left the cult. There you are, looking at me, and you're shaking your head. You're not angry but you sound sad. The way you speak makes you seem like a priest. I guess I always knew somehow that you'd become a priest. 'She's gone, Damien,' you say. 'You weren't here. She wanted you to be here, Damien. She was thinking of you but it wasn't enough. Your mind was blocked off, so you couldn't hear her. And now she's gone....'
--D Is For Damien, Chapter 8
Chief Bowen: And what do you want?
Damien: Some information.
Bowen: You've already got that from Kincaid.
Damien: No, sir, not all of it. I'm sure you know more than you're letting on. All you cops do.
Bowen: You got something against cops, guy?
Damien: The name's Damien. And yes, I do.
Bowen: Good. You and Kincaid should get along together well, since he does also. Now, if you don't mind--
Damien: If you don't mind, that's what I'm here to talk about. Someone around here's not quite on the up and up and I'd like to know who it is.
Bowen: Ask Kinnie. He could tell you. He tells everything else.
Damien: You see, Chief Bowen, I think that's what I like about Kincaid and Jenner. They tell us things. Unlike some people.
Bowen: Listen, you, you may be some hotshot millionaire singer who drives a cool car and lounges around for a living, but I'm a working man with a lot on my mind. I don't care if you have enough money to buy this whole dipshit town; I run this station and right now, you and your pals are trespassing.
Damien: Temper temper. I don't have any interest in buying your town. I've got enough problems as it is in Cheboygan.
Bowen: Yeah, well go back there where you came from and bicker with your own little enemies.
Damien (laughing): Little enemies? Excuse me, but do you ever watch America's Most Wanted?
Bowen: Yeah, so what if I do?
Damien: Tell me this, then, Chief--have you ever heard of Luther Broderick?
Bowen: Of course I have. He's one of the biggest cult leaders in the Midwest.... Hold on. Don't tell me he's your little enemy.
Damien: No, he isn't. He's my big enemy.
Bowen: You're the one who landed Broderick in jail?
Damien (nodding): But, of course, as you know, he's out now.
Bowen: Yeah, I heard. Last winter. Tell me, how do you live with that hanging over you?
Damien: I just do, but my sister doesn't.
Bowen: Your sister? Was she one of his victims?
Damien: Yeah, you could say so.
Bowen: Jeez. Listen, I got you all wrong. I didn't know you were so much into this. I'll make a deal with you--if you can help us nab whoever's doing this, I'll let you use everything at my command. Men, cars, forensics experts, you name it. Just as long as you catch this guy. And I'll keep the locals off your back. Is it a deal?
Damien: It's a deal.
--Minot, Chapter 3
What Would Dami Say If He Knew He Was Being Entered In A Contest?
"You PUT ALL MY PERSONAL INFO ON A WEBSITE?? Don't you know that's where weirdos and perverts hang out? My name, my height and such, that I understand because it's already out there--"
(Remember! Dami's a celebrity!)
"--but all that other junk--WHAT THE HECK IS THIS? MY PHONE NUMBER? ARE YOU FRIGGIN' INSANE--?!"
(Please note, I would have had Dami talk longer, but he started yelling and waving his arms a lot so I had to shut him up! Sorry!!)
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