Keep knocking on the devil’s door long enough, and sooner or later, someone’s going to answer you. Dwight closed his eyes. All the things he had been doing, feigning being some kind of hero…they were paltry things compared to what he saw before him the moment he saw his friends were in actual danger.
Being a hero in this mess was tiring, exhausting, overall a test of suffering to protect someone else while you put yourself in harm’s way. But he’d thrown everything he had into it, because no one was dying on his watch again. Not now, not ever. And now, his friends were safe. It was over. It was all over.
- Dwight Houston, Dalton
(MAMA CP, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? STOP, SAVE HIM!! PLEASE, PLEASE)