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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.

[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]

[ Ed knows there a kernel of truth to this. He's seen Frankie grow-up and make his missteps. Been on the receiving end of one of his so-called bad decisions.

But he's Frankie Dalton, and he's his little brother, and despite everything he's done, Frankie ended up giving too much for recompense. ]

Not giving yourself enough credit, Frankie.

[never_very_good]

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