[ He asks, as if everything he did didn't say exactly the opposite. To Silco's twisted mind, is it not respect to treat him like he isn't breakable, or fragile? To try to make him something more?
With care he says, and care is dangerous. Silco cares about other things, like Zaun, like his daughter. Care otherwise, to be treated like it, feels like a little lie, something that asks him to drop his guard, let someone in. It's how one ends up with hands around his neck, being drowned in a river, betrayed.
Then again, he knows, that he's in too deep. Isn't Vergilius already in? He'd already wrapped his fingers around his neck. He was here, and Silco was vulnerable. He could kill him with barely a thought โ he'd seen his power. He isn't killing him right now. His fingers already want to dig in, and keep him here. Isn't that the same thing as care? It may as well be, for Silco. It's vulnerability, at least.
He breaches the divide, but not by much. Like he's testing the waters. He reaches out, to brush fingers against his shoulder, like he's tentatively putting his fingers into the cage. ]
I want you to show me what you told me you saw in Braศov. Respect, of course... [ But... ] I remember, you told me that you thought me strong enough without any power, didn't you?
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[ He asks, as if everything he did didn't say exactly the opposite. To Silco's twisted mind, is it not respect to treat him like he isn't breakable, or fragile? To try to make him something more?
With care he says, and care is dangerous. Silco cares about other things, like Zaun, like his daughter. Care otherwise, to be treated like it, feels like a little lie, something that asks him to drop his guard, let someone in. It's how one ends up with hands around his neck, being drowned in a river, betrayed.
Then again, he knows, that he's in too deep. Isn't Vergilius already in? He'd already wrapped his fingers around his neck. He was here, and Silco was vulnerable. He could kill him with barely a thought โ he'd seen his power. He isn't killing him right now. His fingers already want to dig in, and keep him here. Isn't that the same thing as care? It may as well be, for Silco. It's vulnerability, at least.
He breaches the divide, but not by much. Like he's testing the waters. He reaches out, to brush fingers against his shoulder, like he's tentatively putting his fingers into the cage. ]
I want you to show me what you told me you saw in Braศov. Respect, of course... [ But... ] I remember, you told me that you thought me strong enough without any power, didn't you?
Show me that.