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Day 387; voice

[jumpthegun]

I think you're too dangerous to be around anyone who's gravely injured. Particularly if you care about them. I'm not gonna come after you, Beckett. Not when it's been nearly two weeks. But you need to ask Al to put you in his guide. You're not someone who can be fully trusted, especially where there's blood involved.

[bookofnope]

[Oh, thank God. Those were a long four days. Beckett elects to stay on business for the moment, though, this is hard enough already.]

I know. [About everything.] About Al and the guide. It's the least I can do. But - I need to do more. This is not a debt I can shrug off as bygones.

[jumpthegun]

You don't have anything I want, Mr. Beckett, so it'll have to be enough.

[bookofnope]

It's - [He falters, flails almost. He knows he has no right to ask for ways to extricate himself, to have the weight lifted. But the bargaining is so deeply ingrained into what being Kindred is.] I don't now, perhaps, but - if there is something, at any point. If there's anything I can do.

[jumpthegun]

There won't be. Call me if you need medical assistance.