You know, usually when Michael starts making his self-righteous murder face, my hand starts itching to slap him. It’s kind of Pavlovian? Self-righteous Michael is just usually one of the least-flattering flavors of Michael.
But oh, my friends. THIS WAS NOT ONE OF THOSE TIMES.
It’s been eight months to the day since Sonny shot AJ in cold blood and I’m feeling a lot of feelings, y’all. Feelings that can best be conveyed in visual form:
CARLY: AJ loved you so much!
MICHAEL: I don’t need you to tell me what AJ felt for me! He came to Port Charles for me. He sacrificed everything for me. He faced down you and Sonny for me. But he told me over and over again how proud he was of me, how much he loved me, how much he respected me. Too bad I can’t say the same about you and Sonny.
FRANCO: You don’t care about Michael. You and Sonny only care about yourselves.
MICHAEL: He’s right. My whole life, you served Sonny when you weren’t serving yourself.
MICHAEL: Can I understand what you did? You heard my father’s dying words, found out Sonny shot him and left him on Ava’s floor to die like some piece of garbage. Then you helped Sonny cover it up. And then you helped me bury AJ.
CARLY: It wasn’t calculated, Michael. It wasn’t that–
MICHAEL: That–that what? That savage, that monstrous? That completely lacking in humanity and decency? In mercy? No, you’re right. I don’t understand.
MICHAEL: You lied to me over and over, and you made me believe that you and Sonny love me.
CARLY: We do love you. We’re your parents. We love you so much–
MICHAEL: Oh no. No no no no. You’re not my parents. My only parent is dead.
I just… that was really good for me. On a spiritual level.
Now, I’m not saying that Franco has finally justified his existence, because the fact that he still exists is a daily plague on my soap-viewing life. And we all know it’s not going to last, because this is still General Hospital and it will still be a cold day in hell before Sonny Corinthos faces any long term consequences for anything.
So, I’m just going to bask in the glow of this glorious temporary hatred for as long as I can:
CARLY: You don’t mean that.
MICHAEL: God forgive me, it took AJ dying for me to finally see you and Sonny for what you are. You’re dead to me.
Oh, yeah. That’s the stuff.