( Mika struggles with this type - people firm and full of conviction, but not bombastic; steady in their ways, but not naive. Mika is faltering, his steps careless; fearful, and always looking back. He can't predict the future, and it scares him.
How are there people like this, who see the trouble coming but see beyond it even then? When Mika looks ahead, all he sees is dark, dark, dark.
He falls quiet, in his expression a clear struggle; a reluctance to simply agree, a clear anxiety in his gaze, as if to simply acquiesce is to sign a death warrant for everyone here. Still, her words have conveyed - and so he fumbles finding words for an argument.
In the end, his voice comes out softer, less barbed, less convincing than he'd like: )
... Just hope that you don't regret this decision, in the end.
( Mika is out of hope. But someone like her doesn't seem to be.
A beat. )
I'll be counting on you.
( To stop him. To protect her own. Whatever it takes to protect the people here, from him. )
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How are there people like this, who see the trouble coming but see beyond it even then? When Mika looks ahead, all he sees is dark, dark, dark.
He falls quiet, in his expression a clear struggle; a reluctance to simply agree, a clear anxiety in his gaze, as if to simply acquiesce is to sign a death warrant for everyone here. Still, her words have conveyed - and so he fumbles finding words for an argument.
In the end, his voice comes out softer, less barbed, less convincing than he'd like: )
... Just hope that you don't regret this decision, in the end.
( Mika is out of hope. But someone like her doesn't seem to be.
A beat. )
I'll be counting on you.
( To stop him. To protect her own. Whatever it takes to protect the people here, from him. )