Let's see… [He's not feigning the actual thought he's putting into this.]
To say I've done anything remarkable would be complete bollocks. But starting from the beginning, I informed Drew Warner of my release. Because once the nullifier was off, both of us would feel the effects of the werewolf bond again, and it could be so disorientating and disruptive when it first happens. But all that vanished not long afterward, and I made mention of it on the network that I thought he might have been Ported out.
While I was at it, I also mentioned my time in prison and made the, uh, public service announcement that I'm a vampire. [Toby stresses PSA like he's just testing out a brand new term, but it's clear that outing himself and actually telling other people about it himself isn't easy for him. Not after roughly two hundred sixty years of keeping it from others. Back home, Dorian's really the only one who knows about it—anyone else who might possibly know is either dead or gone.] There's no point in keeping secret my nature and the things that I've done.
[Nor is there any point in expanding on that.]
Not long after that, keeping abreast of the political tensions and the volatile atmosphere, Dorian and I caught wind about Mexico, turned tail, and ran. I know he's been a twat about the whole thing—though really, when is he not? [And that's said with little to no endearment whatsoever. He took no pride or joy in Dorian being such an asshole during such a desperate time.]
Anyway, I… I saw what was happening, saw the things people said and did and shared on the network, and I did nothing. I lived normally and uneventfully… until it was more or less safe to come back.
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To say I've done anything remarkable would be complete bollocks. But starting from the beginning, I informed Drew Warner of my release. Because once the nullifier was off, both of us would feel the effects of the werewolf bond again, and it could be so disorientating and disruptive when it first happens. But all that vanished not long afterward, and I made mention of it on the network that I thought he might have been Ported out.
While I was at it, I also mentioned my time in prison and made the, uh, public service announcement that I'm a vampire. [Toby stresses PSA like he's just testing out a brand new term, but it's clear that outing himself and actually telling other people about it himself isn't easy for him. Not after roughly two hundred sixty years of keeping it from others. Back home, Dorian's really the only one who knows about it—anyone else who might possibly know is either dead or gone.] There's no point in keeping secret my nature and the things that I've done.
[Nor is there any point in expanding on that.]
Not long after that, keeping abreast of the political tensions and the volatile atmosphere, Dorian and I caught wind about Mexico, turned tail, and ran. I know he's been a twat about the whole thing—though really, when is he not? [And that's said with little to no endearment whatsoever. He took no pride or joy in Dorian being such an asshole during such a desperate time.]
Anyway, I… I saw what was happening, saw the things people said and did and shared on the network, and I did nothing. I lived normally and uneventfully… until it was more or less safe to come back.