[ They're both from worlds that tried to crush them, either through violence or greed, or anything else. They started in places that seem so similar, but their paths even still leave them looking at what's before then from different angles. Silco, the cynic, looking for those daggers in the dark and trying to lash out and cut first. Be that monster that's bigger than the rest, so the others can't harm him. Then there's Vergilius, who could lash out, but he still... Doesn't. He's seen it, the violence. Knows he does not hold it back.
He's watched him hew through bodies and craft a sea of blood -- once all for him. So he knows he can, he knows there's a monster inside of him, just like there's one inside of Silco. But he ever turns away from it, always trying to deny it a place to roost. Like if he only turns it away, it will never quite settle. Is that better? Is it worse? Perhaps he's simply strong enough, powerful enough that he doesn't have to worry about it beyond denying it.
He touches his jaw. He tipped his head, upwards, slightly into his hand. All the better to see him with, even he... Wants it. Touch. ]
Should I be? [ His own is unnerving too, half an unblinking black pit, with that same intense light, hateful like a wildfire. ]
What about your eyes should scare me, when mine are no better?
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He's watched him hew through bodies and craft a sea of blood -- once all for him. So he knows he can, he knows there's a monster inside of him, just like there's one inside of Silco. But he ever turns away from it, always trying to deny it a place to roost. Like if he only turns it away, it will never quite settle. Is that better? Is it worse? Perhaps he's simply strong enough, powerful enough that he doesn't have to worry about it beyond denying it.
He touches his jaw. He tipped his head, upwards, slightly into his hand. All the better to see him with, even he... Wants it. Touch. ]
Should I be? [ His own is unnerving too, half an unblinking black pit, with that same intense light, hateful like a wildfire. ]
What about your eyes should scare me, when mine are no better?