The past is the /past/, and as much as we wish we could change it, bullshit happens, and you've just got to deal with it.
But that doesn't mean that guilt just poofs away. Oh no, that stays with you. Me, I am the King of Self Loathing, and Guilt.
I must pay a visit to Riley, and soon. I've not seen him in so long. I do miss him. I feel /old/ sometimes.
...Denzel, what I've done to traumatized you, biting you, I'm aware how your fear of blood is kind of due to, well, me.
And I know that you will never like me, or feel safe around me. And I do not expect you to. And you shouldn't, you should never be okay with what I've done to you.
But I'm not a vampire anymore. Do I still have a thirst for blood? Sometimes. But I'm not the feeding, crazy monster that I once was. I'm sorry...
And I've said it so many times, haven't I? Shit.
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