Mike blamed himself.
But really, it was just as much my fault as his.
I was there that night. I could have stopped him. I could have made him go back.
I didn't want to.
I knew everything I said to him was right. I knew he was putting us in danger. But I also knew everything he said was true too. It came down to deciding which truth was more important to us. And I picked Mikey's truth as willingly as he did.
Humanity, I've come to discover after all these years, isn't so much the skin you're born in but the person you become. We were as human as they were in that way. At least, I hoped that was true.
It wasn't until later when I saw her, I understood what Mike had said. She had...something .......something I can't describe well....in her face, and her eyes. I always value logic, but this was something that wasn't logical. It was just.....there.
Mike was right. There was something in her that was like us. Something that was tough enough to survive, but not cold.
She was not cold at all. Even when she was ready to make us into something much less than human.
Even when she was ready to sell our lives, I knew she wasn't cold. And I couldn't blame her.
She didn't know us at all. And those kids, they were her family.
She wasn't cold. She was just wrong.
But really, it was just as much my fault as his.
I was there that night. I could have stopped him. I could have made him go back.
I didn't want to.
I knew everything I said to him was right. I knew he was putting us in danger. But I also knew everything he said was true too. It came down to deciding which truth was more important to us. And I picked Mikey's truth as willingly as he did.
Humanity, I've come to discover after all these years, isn't so much the skin you're born in but the person you become. We were as human as they were in that way. At least, I hoped that was true.
It wasn't until later when I saw her, I understood what Mike had said. She had...something .......something I can't describe well....in her face, and her eyes. I always value logic, but this was something that wasn't logical. It was just.....there.
Mike was right. There was something in her that was like us. Something that was tough enough to survive, but not cold.
She was not cold at all. Even when she was ready to make us into something much less than human.
Even when she was ready to sell our lives, I knew she wasn't cold. And I couldn't blame her.
She didn't know us at all. And those kids, they were her family.
She wasn't cold. She was just wrong.
