He felt her watching him, and in that moment wanted to sink away someplace -- or just disappear altogether. Murphy hated the fact that he brought it up altogether. But, for some reason, he felt like he had to tell someone, and he didn't worry about judgment from someone like Heather.

All he'd been doing for so long was running away. Even when he had no place to go, he tried to escape from the thoughts and deeds that plagued him. He never thought of it that way -- that he'd been called, but it made sense, didn't it?

"There was more to it than that... a lot more. Things that I had to do, and wished I didn't..."

He stopped himself, his eyes shifting from the ground to the small hand that Heather had around his own. Part of him struggled with it. Like he should rip it away and run, because maybe it was true. Maybe he did just destroy everything. Everything he'd done just wound up getting other people hurt in the process.