Re: [quicklog: micah c, neil d, cris m, louis d]
[Louis stared down at Micah. Even in Sam's body, he seemed very small, a worm inside that shell, a speck of unpleasant dust. He heard the taunt in something like his sister's voice. It felt like a bad dream, something conjured that looked like someone he knew, but that hit a wall where he couldn't suspend his disbelief.]
If I step back, what happens then?
[He turned to look at Cris. That calm was either surface deep, or there was something else beneath it, looking for the smallest excuse to slip through. If he didn't kill Micah today, if he didn't punish him for what he'd done, who would? How could he let him even walk into a jail cell, knowing what he knew, and after he'd done this once before?] I did the right thing. [Not quite so calm anymore. It was mournful. Something was cracking.] I did the right thing. I had him put in jail, and then...all of this. It won't matter. I did the right thing, and Joey is dead.
[He turned his eyes back to Micah. They had gone from pale and white to almost golden, glittering heart.] I want to know where the pieces are.