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[abrightboy]

"Why do you think so?" Malcolm asks, lingering just on the edge of the light.

[cacophonish]

"Because..." He tilts his head, seeming to consider his reasons. Because she fucked with my head. Because she stabbed me. Because she left me for dead. There's something playful, a little sarcastic in his voice, when he concludes, "She's a monster."

There's that word again. He's called himself that, over and over again, and nobody believes him. Will Malcolm accept it now, when it's aimed at Katie?

"It's what she'd deserve."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm's brow creases. "She was a person once. Wouldn't it be better to save her?"

[cacophonish]

"Oh..." Jeff tips his head back and groans, then lets out a laugh. "This again! C'mon, man. Some people aren't meant to be saved!" He puts an arm around Malcolm's shoulders, all chummy, and starts to lead the two of them in a direction away from the mess that's happening all around them.

Might as well get the fuck out of here while they can.

"Some of us--" He drags a finger across his own throat. "--were never getting out of this story alive."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm watches his face for a moment.

"I don't know what that means," he finally admits.