Felt a little strange, peeing on a place where I'd died. Like pissing on my past as- well, every little thing I'd been before I turned into a vampire. What is it, a farmer, a homeless teenager, a train hopper, a soldier.
He's from Nurse Jackie. He's a gentle giant. Although I was hoping it'd be the other way around in that broom closet, you know? CARV was the organisation in charge of welcoming and providing for the refugees who showed up courtesy of the veil. In other words, people like you. And me, now, I guess. It was a bit of a clusterfuck. Always making excuses.