Frankie agrees that the responsibility isn't really his; like so many other things, this is the City's doing, or perhaps the Deities more specifically. But, at the same time, it's the result of actions he can't disavow-- not because he would do it again, but because (obviously) there was a time when he would have. Frankie would like to think he's been a better person since showing up in the City-- since before that, even, beginning after Alison Bromley's second death-- but as he sees it, part of that is acknowledging that he hadn't been a very good person before.

"That's it," he assents. And since for obvious reasons this is the last of Frankie's stops, that's it for him as well, which is sort of a comforting thought. It also means that, for the first time he can let himself feel how tired and, well, literally drained he is, because after a while all that blood adds up. He's been careful, of course, to drink up between them and rest as much as reasonably possible, but it's taken a toll. All he wants now is to get home and try to forget all that's happened, if only for a little while.

"You guys gonna be okay out here...?"