Much shook his head - no calls - and turned to watch her speak, her words just compounding the feelings of horror and anger and relief inside him. “You had to,” he agreed with her, completely. “Marcie, your life's worth so much more than his. You had to.” It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that Apollo had millenia and he just used it to be a dick. It wasn’t fair that Marcie had a century at most and had only lived a quarter of it and already had to deal with the Sheriff and Tragos’ brother and Apollo - none of it was fair.
Much took out his anger on the sim card, ripping it out of the phone and chucking it down the garbage disposal in Marcie’s sink. He didn’t know if this was smart, but it felt definitive. It felt like action.