Michael
OUT OF DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT
IF YOU WANT ME GONE
IF YOU WANT ME GONE
One of those moments where you could leave and learn nothing or stay and learn something horrible. How easy it would have been to get up and walk away. To simply disappear into the endless Hak Etme and never come back. How SIMPLE it would be to end it all now with a smile of relief upon his lips. He didn't owe anybody anything.
And yet still, there was that voice some called a consciousness. That if there was any chance to stop this, he would take it. Because an invasion wasn't just about him it was about everyone. It was about everything.
So divided, so caught between EASY and HARD. Wouldn't stay because there was glory in it, had no ego or pride to speak of. He would stay because it was the right thing to do.
What a stupid, corny thing to think. But, there it was.
There was silence for a few moments as Michae digested Maea's words. He'd stopped fiddling and was staring down at the table intently. Breadth of shoulders tight, ribs still as breath failed to flow. Everything… still. His mind processing, working through what he had just been told.
And then a deep breath as he finally lifted his eyes to Maea's.
"This thing has to have a weakness. Nothing is invincible, you just have to figure out how to fight it. It sounds like whatever this thing is has been watching us for a while. I don't know fuck all about invasions, but I do know about strategy. I know that watching, studying, is the best way to understand something, but I'm guessing there isn't a whole lot of time for that."
He rubbed hands, palms thickly calloused, down his face. "How in the god damn hell do you fight something you don't understand?"
YOU PULL THE TRIGGER YOURSELF
