Malcolm Bright

Malcolm turned one raised hand towards Raylan and Tim. The yelling was okay. The yelling was just fine. He kept his eyes on Nick.

"She hurt you," Malcolm said. "I understand. It's hard, when you feel like everybody judges you without taking the time or effort to see you. But, Nick. I see you. And you've hurt people too."

"She made me to that!" he shouted, gesturing towards Malcolm with the gun, but not really aiming it at him.

"I know she made you feel like you needed to do that, but those people... you made them hurt, not her. Is that what you wanted? Is that who you are?"

Nick looked around, like he was searching the air, desperately, for an answer.

"Nick, all she sees of you right now is a monster who hurts people."

"NO!" he screamed.

"Yes," Malcolm said calmly. "But you can change that. You have the control. It's your choice. You can show her that you're better than she thinks you are." He tipped his fingertips towards the ground. "Put the gun down."

Nick stared at him, his grip on the gun flexing.

"Put it down, Nick. This all just... got out of hand, right?"

"It got out of hand," Nick murmured uncertainly.

"We can help you. Let us help you," Malcolm urged him.

Nick stared at him another moment then slowly, slowly bent and set the gun on the ground.