Kali nodded as he told her to hold on tight, but just as they started to zip up, they crashed down. She tumbled off and rolled to the side, springing back up to her feet automatically. Looking around in confusion, her gaze landed on Good Guy - the one from before. He looked awful, but what really interested her was what he was telling her. According to him, the one she had just been about to leave with was a liar and would torture her. She flinched at the thought and glanced at the other for a moment, then looked back at Good Guy. The line he used was so cheesy, but it struck her deeply. Was Bad Guy really that bad, or did they just hate each other?
She turned and listened to Bad Guy as he defended himself, admitting to torture but claiming that Good Guy was worse. He called Good Guy '8', as if he were nothing more than a number. She wasn't sure what to think of either of them, and she was standing an equal distance between each now. Good Guy 5 was saying that she could make up her own mind, but he also promised that they would be enemies if she went with Bad Guy. Why? Why couldn't they be friends no matter what she did? She didn't even know what she was choosing between!
There was a lot to take in. 5 was apparently Michael, but she had no idea what Bad Guy's name was. Michael was injured, which made her want to help him, but Bad Guy claimed he was a mad man and a user. On the other hand, Bad Guy had freely admitted to torturing people before and she had no sense of who he really was. She was being forced to pick sides in a fight that she didn't know what was going on in or who was fighting for what. What were the stakes? Why were they fighting in the first place?
She looked up at the helicopter, then down the alley where Michael had vanished. Suddenly she felt alone, and was feeling very much like a child who didn't want to have to make her own decisions. Walking away from it all wasn't an option after all she had seen, was it? She bit her lower lip indecisively and simply stood there in the pouring rain for a full minute. By then she had no idea where Michael was or if he'd be okay, but she knew exactly where the helicopter was since it was still above her. Her gaze fell on the vest, and even though she knew it was a bad way to make a decision, she was sick of thinking. She stepped over to it and hooked herself in, then pulled the toggle.