[network] Event: Long & Lost [NIGHT 217]

[snowblindmods]

it's been so long between the words we spoke
will you be there up on the shore, I hope

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[headjacked]

[ Rhys starts slightly at the noise and returns Beckett's stare, though minus any degree of intensity. He can't muster up the strength. ]

I'd probably need time to draft up an itemized list.

[bookofnope]

Let's hear it, then. Hyperion? Cog in the oppressive system? A murder or two? I don't peg you at more than that on your conscience. Does being an ass to Fiona really strike you as that unforgivably wretched?

[He is gonna dismantle your self-loathing but good.]

[headjacked]

My wording wouldn't be THAT dramatic -- [ yes it would ] -- but. Yeah.

And striking that Eridium deal was extra godawful, in retrospect.

[bookofnope]

Oh, you sweet pure innocent babe.

[Total deadpan. He's not even judging. It's like he's just stating a mildly uncomfortable fact.]

Remind me, Rhys, have we ever truly discussed what being a vampire means? I think we have, but as a brief reminder: I feed on human blood. That, I believe, gives me something of an insight into awfulness. And form this position of insight, let me assure you that your sins are shockingly mild. Worse than you have recovered. Worse than you have been redeemed. Much worse than you have been loved, including, as it happened, myself. So please put your self-loathing into perspective.