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[never_very_good]

I don't wanna talk about it, ok, but I've done some bad shit in my life. Real bad. Kinda thing you don't make up for.

Don't think it's the City's business, though.


[ooc; his biggest weakness? lots and lots of guilt.]

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[eiremagic]

[She sort of pokes her head in the door]

Oy?

[never_very_good]

[Frankie's fiddling with his Network device, resisting the curse-driven impulse to add to his posting.]

Hey.

[eiremagic]

[She walks in and offers her hand]

Gimme.

[never_very_good]

[He eyes her hand, then his communicator. Resisting a compulsion is tricky stuff; tension shows in the lines of his expression.]

Curse might make me crazy if I keep quiet.

[eiremagic]

[She bites her lip a little]

Then talk to me.

[never_very_good]

[He leans back a little, regarding her thoughtfully, not sure where to begin. Whether to begin. Finally, though, he decides-- or perhaps the curse decides for him, spurs him to blurt something out.]

I killed a girl. Your age, maybe a little older.

[eiremagic]

[She moves in a little closer]

Yeah?

[never_very_good]

Turned her. She didn't-- [He frowns, shifting uncomfortably.] Would've died over that. Didn't eat, after. Bit herself. It makes you sicker, turns you into something else. Executed her, with the rest of the subsiders, later.

[eiremagic]

[She's close enough that he could touch her, if he wanted]

Do yeh turned her and she killed herself.

[never_very_good]

[Want is a difficult word. It's not that Eden reminds him of Alison Bromley-- he never knew her at all, for one thing-- but bringing all this up, he hardly feels like he deserves the privilege.]

She made herself sick. We dragged them out into the sun.

[eiremagic]

Was it mercy?

[never_very_good]

Does it matter?

[eiremagic]

[She moves again, her hand going to his temple, and her fingertips resting there]

Yeah, it does.

[never_very_good]

My fault she was there either way.

[He lets out a long breath, shutting his eyes but not turning away.]

Might've been mercy for them. Really just wasn't anything else we could do.

[eiremagic]

[She stays very still, quiet]

Do yeh see her, when yeh look at me?

[never_very_good]

It's not like that. I think about it, sure. Not 'cause of you.

[eiremagic]

[She just looks up at him]

I don' know how to fix it for yeh.

[never_very_good]

Can't, really. Don't get me wrong. I can deal, just... [With a slight frown he gestures at the device, meaning of course the Network at large, the City itself.] Curses bring shit up.

[eiremagic]

[Her hands move to the back of his head, and she pulls him down at the same time she goes on tiptoes]

Not yehr fault.

[never_very_good]

Plenty of it's my fault.

[He shrugs; doesn't look all that sad even, more resigned. Even so he slips an arm around her.]

[eiremagic]

But this isn't.

[There's a hint of that stubbornness]

Yeh're always hard on yerself.

[never_very_good]

[He nods a little, because he can't really argue.]

Makes me a better person.

[eiremagic]

Yeh're already a better person.

[never_very_good]

[A little grin tugs at his lip, albeit a sad one.]

Hope so.

[eiremagic]

Oy.

I think so.

[never_very_good]

Been a good influence on me.

[eiremagic]

Likely it's the other way about.

[never_very_good]

Not a chance. You keep me outta trouble.

[eiremagic]

[She tucks her head against his chest]

Don' fret anymore on her, yeah?

[never_very_good]

I try not to.

[He leans his chin on her, eyes shut.]

[eiremagic]

Try's not enough.

[She sighs a little]

[fatespoken]

It's not anyone's business.

[never_very_good]

Curses aren't big on privacy.

[fatespoken]

We all know that.

[ There's a moment of quiet. He doesn't really have words- not good with sentimental crap. ]

You okay?

[never_very_good]

Fine. Wouldn't bring it up if I wasn't cursed.

[nosferotofu.livejournal.com]

Not giving yourself enough credit, Frankie.

[never_very_good]

I did some shit right, too. City doesn't care about that though.