Shared failure. It might not be all that inspiring, but it's what they have in common, a place to start-- or start over, as the case may be, something they've both probably already had their fill of, but it doesn't matter. Being tired isn't enough reason to stop, to give up, even if it feels like that's the only option left.

He sighs, raking a hand through his short hair before fixing the other vampire with a hard look; for all his frustration, he understands. He'd given up. He'd decided that nothing would ever be enough and he'd let his head get taken clean off, let himself get sent back to Purgatory.

It hadn't helped anything. Then he'd been yanked out, shoved here and as hellish as this place was, it was another chance, one he knew damn well he didn't deserve but that he'd better take.

"I ain't that good, but I've got people countin' on me. I've got friends, too-- not a lot, I'll grant you that, but enough that I don't wanna disappoint them all over again. I gave up before I got here. Let myself get driven to the end of the line because I thought it would just be easier to be dead, not have to deal with bein' hungry than to even try to be good. Did that and I still wound up here, with those same friends starin' me in the face, expectin' me to hang on and stay on the wagon and the thought of them seein' me anything like what I used to be-- it just ain't an option. I can't go back."