Re: log: cemetery - revenant and misha
Misha, he knew he wasn't going to make a lick of difference. He was tired of failing with folks. Every time something like this happened, it made him lose some little bit more faith in folks, in helping folks, in people being good to each other. For the longest time, he'd reckoned humans so beautiful, and he'd even seen their flaws as things to marvel over, but Repose hadn't been good for keeping that alive in the boy, and there was nothing turning him toward his daddy faster than this sort of thing.
And then came Heaven full of lecturing, and, after, Misha just crouched a moment in front of David and said what he had, knowing it wouldn't change a damn, and then he stood. He felt sorry for the folks living that loved this man in front of him, on account of he assumed David never did worry 'bout giving them a thing they needed. He felt sorry for the woman David had loved, and that was on account of a whole lot of things. He'd even feel sorry for David again, once he left this cemetery, but right now he was just ornery with the man for throwing so much away. Life was a gift for living. It wasn't for what David was doing, and, even jaded, Misha knew that.
He shook his head once he was on his feet. "Being dead, it ain't got a thing to do with being good. That's more faulty thinking from you, but you ain't going to accept that neither, David Park." That sounded sad, and Misha found he couldn't stand this damn cemetery a moment longer. He waved his fingers, golden tracery on the night air as they slipped in an arc over their heads. "I release you. You go on and do what you will. Goodbye," he said, and it was the lock on the door, the last real time he would try to interfere and make anything better, and he was committed to it. He was done, and there was something 'bout that which felt like being freed.
He didn't bother walking out like someone human, someone living and real, on account of there was no point in it. One second he was there, and the next he wasn't, gone in a blink and on the sound of wings.