That's what it is, to lose everything, Geto. I was left to die, or perhaps... [ He ran fingers down his lips, considering. ] No, more accurately, I went to ground, and never recovered. Though, when you don't want the dangerous ideas, it would make sense.
[ Silco had been left to deal with it alone. The pain, the toxins, the way it ate at his skin, taking even his eyelid, leaving him with an eye that quickly went cloudy, his vision loss and pain had been just a lingering, painful lance through his head as his cornea deteriorated and the layers of his eye peeled away from dryness, driving him more and more mad. He remembered it, the hand on his neck, choking the life out of him. He hadn't even needed two.
He'd relied on him, after all. They both had. They'd had nothing but their wits and their fists, so little compared to the guns and jackboots from the enforcers.
They'd had nothing. They'd been nothing. Just an inconvenience for the Pilties to squash down, and then Vander had needed only the faintest of motivation. Silco's unwillingness to just give up. ]
The only thing that would surprise me, is if he took the fight up again. He wanted to deal with our oppressors. Play their games, play nice with them, and let them have what they always wanted. A compliant, silent working class that never dared to make a sound of protest.
That is when I would change things. It will not happen, therefore... Well.
[ A spread of his hands. ]
I'm...happy you and your friend reconciled. Perhaps there is hope for old friends in some strange worlds.
cw: injury and eye stuff man it's silco it's to be expected
That's what it is, to lose everything, Geto. I was left to die, or perhaps... [ He ran fingers down his lips, considering. ] No, more accurately, I went to ground, and never recovered. Though, when you don't want the dangerous ideas, it would make sense.
[ Silco had been left to deal with it alone. The pain, the toxins, the way it ate at his skin, taking even his eyelid, leaving him with an eye that quickly went cloudy, his vision loss and pain had been just a lingering, painful lance through his head as his cornea deteriorated and the layers of his eye peeled away from dryness, driving him more and more mad. He remembered it, the hand on his neck, choking the life out of him. He hadn't even needed two.
He'd relied on him, after all. They both had. They'd had nothing but their wits and their fists, so little compared to the guns and jackboots from the enforcers.
They'd had nothing. They'd been nothing. Just an inconvenience for the Pilties to squash down, and then Vander had needed only the faintest of motivation. Silco's unwillingness to just give up. ]
The only thing that would surprise me, is if he took the fight up again. He wanted to deal with our oppressors. Play their games, play nice with them, and let them have what they always wanted. A compliant, silent working class that never dared to make a sound of protest.
That is when I would change things. It will not happen, therefore... Well.
[ A spread of his hands. ]
I'm...happy you and your friend reconciled. Perhaps there is hope for old friends in some strange worlds.