End of call.
Dean gazed at the horizon where yellow and blue met, the sky at twilight. He silently relit his pipe and blew several smoke rings, allowing the jumbled thoughts in his heart to break free and churn in his mind.
He was feeling a bit conflicted now.
But not over Little Mike's matter.
In his previous life, he had been a sewer bug, living a life of drunken abandon, never contemplating spiritual pursuits like finding life's meaning or fulfilling lofty ambitions.
Principles were bullshit.
Apart from the little humanity he had left to serve as an anchor, things like responsibility were luxuries to him.
For the sake of his own safety, abandoning Little Mike was an all too normal choice for him.
To Dean, even if a nuclear attack really happened and all his official connections fell through, living off his girlfriend Nell's support wouldn't be too bad. He could live comfortably and perhaps even ensure his family had a decent life...
