Moonstone Quarry And The Light may Shine in Your Eyes

Mal didn't have any idea why anyone wanted to keep being a monster -- or at least not when there were other choices were available. This guy seemed to not really want the chance to change. Who wanted to be irredeemable? Memory, apparently. His expression continued to stay reasonably grim as it had been.

In that aspect, Mal saw himself as certainly stronger. Nothing was going to stop him from being what he wanted to be, and his goal was to be better. Better than all of them. And he was. He might not be perfect nor always likable but he was a hell of a lot better than anything Nightwalkers had dredged up. They would just continue to be best kept at arm's length or farther as he'd hope from afar that they'd dissolve when the snow melted (though he'd accept before then as well). But you're just gonna keep doing the same thing. And keep being whatever other people tell you to be. I guess at this point it is your choice. All that talk about woe is him, he can't be normal or whatever was because he didn't want to be normal. It left Mal wanting the path to fork so he could part and not wonder about what else might be lurking -- as how could you trust someone who made that choice? Even if Mal thought he had purposely done the wrong thing with Cupid, he'd tried to fix it, even if the choice was ultimately out of his hands. He was actually forced. Again he look past for familiar landmarks, annoyed at the fact things always looked so strange from the opposite direction.