Re: quicklog: micah & elena & npcs
Something in Maria's words resonated within him, the parts about things he couldn't fix, not making the right calls. He knew that feeling, knew that struggle, even if her situation was undoubtedly different from his own. His gaze tipped down to the floor in front of him then, both hands laced around the Styrofoam cup of coffee he held, thumbs running up and down the back side of it, nervous energy spilling over.
"And what if," Micah started a moment later, lifting his gaze to meet her own once more, head tilted slightly to the side as he spoke. "What if, like you said, you find yourself not making the right calls. Still doing things wrong. Making things worse." Because that's what he was doing with Sam, wasn't it? Making things worse? He was somewhat ashamed of what he was doing to her, to her family, but that anger had no real place to let itself out, bubbling up inside him, destroying the good that had been there years ago. He wanted them to suffer as he had, to lose the life they had known like he had, to be branded something horrible like he was. He hadn't meant to hurt her so long ago, but did that matter anymore? Not in the slightest. He was the villain, after all, and maybe it seemed easier to live up to that role than to atone for the sins he had committed.
But was there any chance for him now? Or was he in to deep.