Michael couldn't take it, he walked away, just like that. He had no one left, not a soul, unless you were gonna count his father which he never truly had. He wasn't going to apologize for what he did, because he hadn't hurt her or maimed her in anyway, and he really didn't care if her feelings suddenly got to her. If he could stop from murdering the lot, what was her excuse? He realized he hadn't been joking when he got in her face. "Why didn't you just burn me?" He said tears streaming down his face, but he wouldn't let them see him like this. "why couldn't you just have burned me?" He said looking up to the sky now, to no one in particular.