[ If he were a kinder person, if he'd been the kind of person who took care of his friends, he wouldn't have followed his command. Mitchell Hundred had often tossed his friends aside for convenience. He wished he hadn't needed to, he wished it could be something that he didn't need to do, but self-preservation always won out.
It always would.
He couldn't account for anyone else, he couldn't trust anyone else out there. Even fucking Bradbury, he couldn't trust. It was cold, yes. He knew it was. He was well aware of what he was doing.
He nodded. ]
Don't worry. I'm good at keeping my mouth shut.
[ He turned, and ran. Literally, he jogged out of the alleyway. He ran like a fucking coward. He could have stayed, and at least helped him, but he didn't. He ran. He needed to run, he needed fucking out of there.
But it didn't mean he felt good about it. He headed in a direction familiar, he still knew the streets of the City better than most. He jogged away, breathing harder than he should have been for just taking a quick run away.
no subject
It always would.
He couldn't account for anyone else, he couldn't trust anyone else out there. Even fucking Bradbury, he couldn't trust. It was cold, yes. He knew it was. He was well aware of what he was doing.
He nodded. ]
Don't worry. I'm good at keeping my mouth shut.
[ He turned, and ran. Literally, he jogged out of the alleyway. He ran like a fucking coward. He could have stayed, and at least helped him, but he didn't. He ran. He needed to run, he needed fucking out of there.
But it didn't mean he felt good about it. He headed in a direction familiar, he still knew the streets of the City better than most. He jogged away, breathing harder than he should have been for just taking a quick run away.
He didn't stop, even when he was far away.
He kept running. ]