It had been his decision, Miles can't forget that. Can't forget how Bass had followed him into it with unquestioning loyalty. At some point protecting the weak had become forming a militia had become forming a republic. Despite the battles and blood, Miles can't help but feel a little incredulous at how easily it had fallen into place. Together they were the storm, he and Bass. The President of the Monroe republic and the valiant general at his side.
But storms are rarely forces of peace. President became dictator; the valiant general became the Butcher of Baltimore. Until Miles hated himself, hated what he'd become, what he'd made Bass into. He hated the cacophony of violence and bloodshed and the fear and anger he saw in Bass's eyes when he'd once seen nothing but love.
So he left.
And rain or shine, his only solace now is to try and drink away the storm.
Rain or Shine
"Someone has to do something."
It had been his decision, Miles can't forget that. Can't forget how Bass had followed him into it with unquestioning loyalty. At some point protecting the weak had become forming a militia had become forming a republic. Despite the battles and blood, Miles can't help but feel a little incredulous at how easily it had fallen into place. Together they were the storm, he and Bass. The President of the Monroe republic and the valiant general at his side.
But storms are rarely forces of peace. President became dictator; the valiant general became the Butcher of Baltimore. Until Miles hated himself, hated what he'd become, what he'd made Bass into. He hated the cacophony of violence and bloodshed and the fear and anger he saw in Bass's eyes when he'd once seen nothing but love.
So he left.
And rain or shine, his only solace now is to try and drink away the storm.