Re: [quicklog: micah c, neil d, cris m, louis d]
[The fear that had existed before, when Louis and Zatanna were locked in some sort of stand-off he couldn't even begin to comprehend, was gone now. Neil stood close to his brother, just over his shoulder; he wasn't afraid. He looked down at Micah (not Sam, no, not Sam) pinned beneath Cris, and he looked at Louis, and he looked back again. Oddly quiet, but there wasn't much to say. One way or another, this would end. He felt like he was there merely to ensure that.
He said nothing, still, when Cris told Louis to step back. More silence when Micah spoke in Sam's voice, though his eyes did narrow. The taunts, it was like he wanted to die, wanted to push Louis into snapping and finally ending his pathetic life. It was almost funny; did Micah think anyone would care? Did he think anyone would miss him? But it was Louis' mournful repetition that finally made him speak. Despite the strangeness in his eyes, the heat, Neil placed a hand on his shoulder all the same.] It's not your fault. [Quiet, brief, and he let his hand drop as quickly as it had come up in the first place.
And then, back to quiet. He realized that Cris was likely the best of them; Neil didn't think of himself as a good man by any stretch of the imagination, and Louis had done terrible things-- unintentional, but terrible. And Micah, Micah was a sorry excuse for a human being. It must be hard for him, he reflected. Murder, however justified, was against the law, even if the law didn't matter much here.
There was no need to repeat the question about Joey; he just held onto the gun and waited.]