[ Why does it have to be not unhappy? Yes, it starts bad, but Silco can recognize the Outsider, a much younger version of him, and the man standing over him like he owns him. Well, the numerical designation, the way he's held, he's either a prisoner or... a slave. His eyes light on the tattoo on his neck, standing out stark against his skin. The latter, then.
The man spits on him, towers over him. Silco watches all of this, watches the way he's degraded, and though he had never seen it this bad β Piltover had so prided itself on the artifice of "cooperation" that they had never been treated quite like this, it was a familiar enough struggle.
The boy can't take it anymore, clearly. He lashes out, and Silco watches. He doesn't even flinch. Even when the blood flies after he cracks him with the chains, it hits him in the face, and he doesn't even bother to wipe it off. He only watches with interest, a mismatched gaze staring at him, one eye blinking whenever the blood goes flying, the other... it stares, ever staring, watching.
His lips twitch, and he wonders if Aventurine can hear him. This must be a dream, a shared one? He knows this kind of thing exists, he knows it can happen by now. It's already happened to him before here.
He leans forward, not quite in his space, but just out of it, as he says to him: ]
I hope you make it hurt.
[ Everyone had a monster inside of them, didn't they? time and time again, he is proven correct. ]
cw: a little gore :')
The man spits on him, towers over him. Silco watches all of this, watches the way he's degraded, and though he had never seen it this bad β Piltover had so prided itself on the artifice of "cooperation" that they had never been treated quite like this, it was a familiar enough struggle.
The boy can't take it anymore, clearly. He lashes out, and Silco watches. He doesn't even flinch. Even when the blood flies after he cracks him with the chains, it hits him in the face, and he doesn't even bother to wipe it off. He only watches with interest, a mismatched gaze staring at him, one eye blinking whenever the blood goes flying, the other... it stares, ever staring, watching.
His lips twitch, and he wonders if Aventurine can hear him. This must be a dream, a shared one? He knows this kind of thing exists, he knows it can happen by now. It's already happened to him before here.
He leans forward, not quite in his space, but just out of it, as he says to him: ]
I hope you make it hurt.
[ Everyone had a monster inside of them, didn't they? time and time again, he is proven correct. ]