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Mick St. John is a delicate flower (delicatemick) wrote in wariscoming,

“That’s why I’m reluctant to get anyone else involved in my business.” Mick said, very seriously. He paused for a moment, just thinking about it. There wasn’t just one reason why he let so few people in on his secret. It went beyond his own repulsion at what he’d become. Mick recognized that his life was dangerous, far more dangerous than that of your average private investigator. Bad people seemed to have a fondness for using loved ones as leverage. Not only that, he imagine that, with Beth being the way she was, she would only be too eager to be by his side in difficult situations either because she cared or because she was chasing a good story. Knowing that Beth was on the inside at the time she came from, though, made him feel surprisingly at ease. She was safe, after all, and he wasn’t about to let harm come to her while in Lawrence.

“I wouldn’t have expected it to go well.” He shook his head a little. “I imagine that I was less than thrilled, too.” Death was supposed to be a permanent thing. Mick was more than a little disappointed that it hadn’t seemed to stick in Coraline’s case. He wished that he could have honestly claimed killing her in the fire had been a difficult task for him. He had loved her, once upon a time. Still, her true nature had ruined whatever bond he’d thought he’d had with her. Her desperate attempt to bring him back by turning a child had been the last straw.