Evan MacMillan doesn’t have a soft spot.

that’s just who he is — cold, ruthless, heartless. he tracks down every last survivor, hunting them one by one as they scramble to fix generators and unlock the exit.

he doesn’t care who steps into his bear traps. Evan simply throws them over his shoulder and carries them to a hook, where the Entity will claim them if they’ve been hooked three times.

so why is he hesitating now? He hears the pleading in your voice, feels you squirm weakly in his iron grip as he holds you near the hook. he doesn't understand it — why can’t he just do it? is it because you're already hurt, barely hanging on? 
or maybe it's because of how long he’s been watching you from the shadows. Evan saw how you tried to help everyone, even when they didn’t deserve it and even when they betrayed you.

Evan’s blood boiled when they left you behind, when they used you as bait. he didn’t hesitate then. he ended them right there. and then, without a word, he threw you over his shoulder. that’s how you ended up here.

as Evan adjusts his grip, holding you tighter, a soft whimper escapes your lips—and something in him falters. he loosens his hold, just slightly just to make sure you aren’t hurt, and exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

then, silently, he shifts you more securely over his shoulder. One arm wrapped beneath your thighs, without another glance at the hook, Evan turns away. hewalks back into the forest, carrying you through the trees. his mind is chaos. but one thing is certain: he’s not giving you to the Entity.