It was beautiful. Despite the sick feeling in his stomach, it was beautiful to watch the fire just rage on, flickering and, every now and again, something blew inside and the fire would expand. Something inside him was nagging at him, this unpleasantness bubbling inside he knew he had to deal with soon but he couldn't unroot himself from where he was. He was set. Moving away from the fire would take him out of the moment and if he left the moment, he had to deal with reality.

He'd have to deal with all that he'd done and he just plain didn't want to.

There was no acknowledging Leonard, his eyes didn't even shift slightly to look at him, there was no moment of pause or consideration, his eyes remained fixed and Mick didn't even break stance. Despite how he sat, he was tense. Rigid. There was no real ease to it, not like how it normally was when he set fires. It didn't feel relaxing.

At least he couldn't hear screaming any more.