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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

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audio;

[never_very_good]

Yeah, I can. Seems only fair.

Someone bite you?

audio;

[never_very_good]

[This puzzles him briefly.]

...Not by any of mine, you mean.

audio;

[never_very_good]

It's curable in my world. If I infected them, I can fix them. Turn them back.

audio;

[never_very_good]

You're a friend of hers?

She'll be fine. I didn't mean for her-- for anyone to get mixed up in this shit.

audio;

[never_very_good]

It's a disease, for us. Some people, some humans, figured out how to cure it. I was cured, but the City's a piece of shit and I spent the weekend... time traveling, how the fuck do I know, and spread it around then.