[Again. It's all happening again. Whatever agency Mick had was stolen again.
Lenny with a shattered hand. The eyes of the team staring at him like he was some sort of monster in that cell.
Lenny. Dead. Dead.
This time Mick is more than smoking. His arms are on fire. Blazing. His shirt is long since gone, the skin along his scars glowing like living fire. Lost in his attack, lost in the past, the fear. The certainty that again someone is going to get hurt because of him. Die because of him.]
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Date: 2018-01-17 10:05 pm (UTC)Whatever agency Mick had was stolen again.
Lenny with a shattered hand.
The eyes of the team staring at him like he was some sort of monster in that cell.
Lenny.
Dead.
Dead.
This time Mick is more than smoking. His arms are on fire. Blazing. His shirt is long since gone, the skin along his scars glowing like living fire. Lost in his attack, lost in the past, the fear. The certainty that again someone is going to get hurt because of him. Die because of him.]