"By omission." Jack said. "Sounds like misdirection, not guidance, to me." he continued. "Because yeah, if they think you're the one who did this? Who stepped up and took charge? Well that can't exactly hurt your standing, now can it. It just happens to be bullshit, but you're going to sit back and take all the credit either way."
Micah tilted his head. “Has anything I’ve done since we got here seem like I’m trying to take credit for something December put together? No. I have my own solution I will take credit for, but that’s a last resort.” He paused for a moment, watching Jack. “I’m not the bad guy here.”
"You haven't corrected the notion already in place." Jack pointed out. "And I think you are. I just also think you don't know it." he added. "I think you're exactly the kind of man who would lead people into hell, thinking all the while it was salvation, if left to his own devices."
“You’re serious? You actually think I’m going to lead them into hell?” he asked looking around. “Me? Would you rather I stand on the cooler and announce that I invited people here under false pretences? Would that be better for you? And you...you’re going to lead them where? Into what?” Micah assumed violence and death, but sure, whatever Jack thought.
"It's a little fucked up that the ex mobster is the one standing up for truth, isn't it? Yet here we are. You made your own bed on that shit." Jack said. "And no. I don't think now is a good time to tell people that. But I think you should. And if you don't, I will." he said. "I think you're a man who's used to everything going his way because he's in charge. Makes sense, as a doctor. You're top of the food chain, there. But just being someone used to giving orders doesn't make you qualified to make them outside of your little bubble."
"I think you haven't known true darkness. Sure, you've seen it. Everyone has. But I don't think you get it. I think fucked up people doing fucked up things would baffle you. You wouldn't understand it, I'd wager, because you work around people who deliberately dedicated their lives to helping others. Me? Not so much. I do get it. I wouldn't lead anyone anywhere. I'd just get people prepared. For whatever comes next. I'd encourage them to be comfortable in their own skin, or fur, or some combination of both, not just live in fear. I'm not talking about all of us wandering through town telling everyone what we are, but this is where we're at. This is what we are. The sooner we figure out exactly what that entails, the better. But you got a room full of scared people together, and started slinging fear around. So yeah. You're that man. The one who thinks he's doing the right thing, and can't see that he isn't, and who won't give up the reins."