Beth had asked him that question in that episode! What a lovely story for the explanation!!

Kelly
And hey, my friend Josef might have had enough scratch to keep hot running freshies living in, but back then, I was struggling. Living and working out of a combo office/apartment in a third floor walkup whose greatest charm was the fact that the neighbors never stayed long enough to notice that the guy in 3B didn’t seem to get any older.
... Maybe his sights were a hair off. Who knows, but the result was that instead of having his brains splattered across my couch, Marcin Borkowski was going to be waking up. He might have a bitch of a headache, but I’m guessing it beat the alternative.
And then there’s the reason – Josef.So the situation had gotten fragile. Normally, I wouldn’t worry about a man with a gun. Even two. But I did have some scruples about getting Marcin shot. Especially if Josef had been grabbed. Besides, it’s bad form to let a client die. Tends to have a negative impact on future clients.
And you leave us with no doubt that Mick’s choice was justified:I’d always said I’d never take the choice from someone, the way it was taken from me. For thirty-three years, I’d raged against the vampire inside, and cursed my condition. Now, I was at a crossroads. Marcin was dying, and if he did, he would take with him my last chance to find Josef. I didn’t have hours or days to think this over, to reason it out. It was Josef, my mentor, my friend, the one who had pulled me back from the brink of madness more times than I could count…or Marcin, who had come into my office a couple of hours ago. And who was dead no matter what I did…
And these two very powerful, very vivid images will be burned into my mind’s eye for a very long time:About then, Josef lifted his head and snarled in the blond vampire’s face. I could see from my vantage point that he was fully vamped out, and knowing his iron control, it told me just how bad the situation was for him.
At one point, I was distracted by a drip on my face, and glanced up to see Josef’s body hanging above us like some kind of bleeding vampire crucifix.
And then, the introduction of the man Mick would do anything for to the one he did it to. It was almost surreal in its calmness, its normalness. The irony in Josef’s words was painful, as he himself at this point probably could not imagine what Mick had done for him.With the conscious human cowering away from him, he clutched the other body like some obscene parody of a mother and child. He’d fallen to his knees, and he was fighting what he wanted to do, what he had to do, and what clearly he feared to do.
Since this comment is longer than some of my own fics, I'll stop now before I end up quoting the whole thing.Josef nodded, and got slowly to his feet, extending his hand. “Grandson,” he said. “ Time flies. Welcome to America, Marcin.”
This is the Mick that went after LeeJay and the Mick that finished Tejada. It's Mick with a sense of vampire justice, and it only serves to highlight further the constant internal struggle he faces.I regret a lot of things in my life. Dragging that cowering human, the one who’d watched them torture my friend, over to be a meal for Josef, isn’t one of them.
I'm thinking that Josef may have a list of names he cycles through, and may reuse names down the road from time to time. I'm also going on the supposition (as I've done elsewhere in my fic) that "Josef Kostan" could be something akin to his original name.NocturneInCMoll wrote:WOW, Lucky & Coco. That was fantastic. I was enthralled through the whole thing.![]()
That was very noir, and very Mick. I could see it all happening. Poor Marcin--I don't think that's what his grandfather meant when he said, "find Josef Kostan." So tragic. (Although, how did he know his name was Josef Kostan? Unless Josef was also Josef Kostan back then.)
P.S. I also love how Mick says Josef's name, "Joz'ef."
Alle, thank you so much for that comment...I'd like to think we were as true as possible in this to Trevor's vision.allegrita wrote:Good lord... this is a phenomenal story. Trevor would be so proud! It's dark, gritty, painful, redemptive--I'm kind of lost for words. There's so much to absorb in this story that I really can't formulate a very coherent response to it at the moment. But WOW. All I can say is, you two make a good team! I'm giving you a virtual standing ovation for this!