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[never_very_good]

Look. I don't know how many of you there are now, I can't remember everything... but... I know I attacked people over the weekend. I wasn't-- I can't say I wasn't myself, but I wasn't who I am now. I was lost and sick and fucked up.

[Awkward pause, Frankie's not really the sort for public apologies but he probably owes one at this point...]

The important thing is-- I can fix it. If you got bit, if I did or someone I bit got you... I can fix you. Just... don't bite anyone else and let me know where I can find you.

[As he switches off, under his breath-- probably to himself, he mutters,] not too late.





[ooc; per his plot, let the vampire babby cleanup begin <3]

Comments

[never_very_good]

You know, all this is actually not my fucking fault. I'm not happy about it but other than trying to cure everyone before it spreads further, I'm not sure what anyone expects me to do.

[an-alkahest.livejournal.com]

It is your fault, insofar as it's your responsibility. But it's clear it wasn't your intention...

Which is why I'm offering help at all. Not everyone is out for your head.

[never_very_good]

You know anyone that was bit?

[an-alkahest.livejournal.com]

Not here, but I can ask.

[never_very_good]

Well if you come across any, you can point 'em my way.

[an-alkahest.livejournal.com]

I shall, Mister...?

[never_very_good]

Dalton. Frankie Dalton.