It makes his hackles rise imperceptibly, even thinking about it. He had not really even considered... it had happened before, of course, but he had hoped that since arriving, that nobody would follow. Either from the world he'd been in before (other than the ones he arrived with) or... or if they came straight from his world. His daughter he could handle β likely to be the only one who could, honestly β but thinking of that resurfacing... The fact that Geto made by with this friend... that they were cordial... He couldn't imagine it. He would spin himself up over and over and over again if it meant that he could plunge a knife in his back.
He pulled something out of his coat, a flask, and wiggled it at Geto, before he handed it to him wordlessly. Maybe it is an excuse to take his time, figure out his words.
This man had clearly... reconciled with him. Enough to buy him a birthday gift, laughable. The thought made him nauseous, another twisted, broken mirror. These two had not been forced to split apart quite so...violently. ]
I have.
[ More than a limb, really. The funny thing about betrayal, about losing yourself in the river Pilt, letting it all wash away to let the weak man he'd once been wither and die in the water β is that a part of him had come off too. He knew it, because the man had never, never truly been what he was before.
Maybe everything had died in the river. He had. He came back, of course. He had to. Those little claws of cold, trying to dig themselves in and tug him under for good... Oh, if he had let them, where would things be now? How sad, and left behind would his people be? His revolution? They would be lost to the fissures and beaten down, no matter what.
He stared away, still giving Geto his good side. It was best this way, maybe, to see him as he was once. ]
He didn't need elders to motivate him to do what they expected of your friend. [ he reached up, and ran his fingers down his face, an idle gesture. ] He decided that on his own. Ah, but I am wily, and unwilling to die. [ A curl of his lip. ] So he did not succeed.
If they were to do something like that to me, put him next door... [ It was worse than Sebastian, although he could not imagine Vander in Brimstone. ] LILITH would be foolish to..
I killed him once. I would not hesitate to do so again.
[ And this is where they were different. Silco had no forgiveness in his black pit of a heart for that man. All the fond memories were seared out like this skin around his blackened, hateful eye. ]
After all, it was not just this that he gave me that he has to pay for β [ A tip of his head. Showing off the scar, the eye. ] β But once we both had a cause. He abandoned it.
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It makes his hackles rise imperceptibly, even thinking about it. He had not really even considered... it had happened before, of course, but he had hoped that since arriving, that nobody would follow. Either from the world he'd been in before (other than the ones he arrived with) or... or if they came straight from his world. His daughter he could handle β likely to be the only one who could, honestly β but thinking of that resurfacing... The fact that Geto made by with this friend... that they were cordial... He couldn't imagine it. He would spin himself up over and over and over again if it meant that he could plunge a knife in his back.
He pulled something out of his coat, a flask, and wiggled it at Geto, before he handed it to him wordlessly. Maybe it is an excuse to take his time, figure out his words.
This man had clearly... reconciled with him. Enough to buy him a birthday gift, laughable. The thought made him nauseous, another twisted, broken mirror. These two had not been forced to split apart quite so...violently. ]
I have.
[ More than a limb, really. The funny thing about betrayal, about losing yourself in the river Pilt, letting it all wash away to let the weak man he'd once been wither and die in the water β is that a part of him had come off too. He knew it, because the man had never, never truly been what he was before.
Maybe everything had died in the river. He had. He came back, of course. He had to. Those little claws of cold, trying to dig themselves in and tug him under for good... Oh, if he had let them, where would things be now? How sad, and left behind would his people be? His revolution? They would be lost to the fissures and beaten down, no matter what.
He stared away, still giving Geto his good side. It was best this way, maybe, to see him as he was once. ]
He didn't need elders to motivate him to do what they expected of your friend. [ he reached up, and ran his fingers down his face, an idle gesture. ] He decided that on his own. Ah, but I am wily, and unwilling to die. [ A curl of his lip. ] So he did not succeed.
If they were to do something like that to me, put him next door... [ It was worse than Sebastian, although he could not imagine Vander in Brimstone. ] LILITH would be foolish to..
I killed him once. I would not hesitate to do so again.
[ And this is where they were different. Silco had no forgiveness in his black pit of a heart for that man. All the fond memories were seared out like this skin around his blackened, hateful eye. ]
After all, it was not just this that he gave me that he has to pay for β [ A tip of his head. Showing off the scar, the eye. ] β But once we both had a cause. He abandoned it.
That's crime enough, don't you think?