[Michael lets out a breathless sort of laugh at the sound, and that - that's when the second thoughts hit him.
He's having fun. That's the thing: he's having fun. Everything he's been through, and he's still hurting people the second he gets the chance? He's supposed to be good now! Or trying, at least. They say the most important thing is that he's trying, except he stopped doing that a few minutes ago. He knew the whole time that it was wrong; he was just collecting justifications, like having enough little excuses piled up would make it right. Because...because what?
He's not supposed to want things like that anymore.
Michael lets go abruptly. There's still black oozing down his leg, enough now to reach the floor, and he nearly trips over himself as he backs away. He doesn't stop until he hits the opposite wall, and then he stares wide-eyed down at them. He hasn't taken their knife. They're probably not incapacitated. Distantly, he knows he should run if he's not going to take them down, but his body's all locked up, rigid and breathing too hard.
And, in a fucking bizarre turn, he thinks he has a stomachache.]
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He's having fun. That's the thing: he's having fun. Everything he's been through, and he's still hurting people the second he gets the chance? He's supposed to be good now! Or trying, at least. They say the most important thing is that he's trying, except he stopped doing that a few minutes ago. He knew the whole time that it was wrong; he was just collecting justifications, like having enough little excuses piled up would make it right. Because...because what?
He's not supposed to want things like that anymore.
Michael lets go abruptly. There's still black oozing down his leg, enough now to reach the floor, and he nearly trips over himself as he backs away. He doesn't stop until he hits the opposite wall, and then he stares wide-eyed down at them. He hasn't taken their knife. They're probably not incapacitated. Distantly, he knows he should run if he's not going to take them down, but his body's all locked up, rigid and breathing too hard.
And, in a fucking bizarre turn, he thinks he has a stomachache.]