Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
Micah had actually stopped tracking the maybe-shark, maybe-something-worse with his eyes when Rick began talking. By the time Stefan had started he actually turned around and stared.
They were all criminals? Fantastico.
He moved over to Rick and his book. "Anyone ever tell you that grin is completely fucking unsettling?" he asked the man, looking down at the book and turning the page. It only had two words on it - they weren't names, which he'd hoped they would be - and his jaw tightened.
His gaze slipped back to the glass, back to the book, then back to the men. "Who says we want to summon that thing? We're just reading a fucking plaque left here by some insane building and believing everything it says. What if we finish, and that thing comes through the glass and kills us all?" he asked.
Yes, he was trying to get out of this. Fuck. The words on the page taunted him, as did the bravery claim on the plaque. He was tired of this fucking shit.