Re: [Capital: Misha & The Revenant]
Misha, he didn't move from his place on the desk. He watched as David looked 'round and realized what had occurred, and he didn't even question himself none. Misha, he kept getting things wrong, and make no mistake 'bout that. He couldn't even blame it none on knowing who and what he was now, on account of the mistakes he made were all 'bout helping, and that was who he'd been 'fore. But, in the moment, Misha never did doubt. He was sure as could be, sitting there, that this was the right thing, and could be that was just the unwavering certainty of the real, real young.
He sat, real peaceful in flowers and hoodie, and watched the very human sensation of rage settle on David. "She's at the hospital, with police, and they'll be here real soon and find everything she's got. Folks need justice, and make no mistake, but it's never for one person to give it, honey," he explained. "The boy's harder. I wouldn't want to bring someone back dead that long, but he's somewhere better, and I made sure of that too, but the cops that got that suitcase, they know where it came from, and they'll come and find the proof of it." Misha, he waved an arm and bathed the room in a warm golden light that went brighter where there there clues for the police to find. It would settle, be invisible, but it would lead them to the right place.
This, see, wasn't 'bout the dead boy or the crime. It was 'bout the confused man in the room, the one still living and yet not, and Misha didn't flinch when David came near. "You ain't death, David. You just been touched by it is all, and everyone will be sometime or 'nother," he assured the man standing there. Misha, he didn't buy into all that talk 'bout things being destined and God bringing things on for folks to bear. Folks did this to each other, and make no mistake. "I'll keep an eye on you, and I'll raise everyone you cut down, and I'll do it 'til you find 'nother way," he promised.