Michael hates seeing them like this. He hates being any part of the reason they’d have that look on their face. Leaving Lee here by themself, though, goes against every instinct he has, and as much as he can feel an ugly hatred twisting in his gut for whatever authorities are behind this—and behind everything, all the time—the thought of throwing himself into a violent riot is terrifying.
“Lee.” His face is full of fear and guilt. He’s immobilized, lost. He could cry. “I dunno. I don’t think I can do this.”