Mikhail wasn't sure he was defending Danny. Or why he was if he was. He sighed when Raj drew the parallel between Enya getting caught in the crossfire. "I didn't want April to get hurt, but she almost did," he reminded his lover. If his recovery from the blow to the head or his reflexes had been slower, the loaded down bookcase would have landed on her instead of him.
"Danny didn't murder people for fifteen years," he countered. "He did a lot of bad things, but nothing as bad as I have. Why was I worth sparing and not him?" He'd been so certain before he'd eaten Danny's sins that he needed to die. But between the weight of Danny's sins and the painful thoughts that had flooded into him from Chahna had him doubting everything. "You wouldn't let me die, even when I thought I wanted to. But you let me kill Danny. Why?"