[ There's more anger than just for Ratio. There's old anger here. Pain. This isn't just people being lost. This isn't just the sting of losing friends and loved ones, of brothers and sisters in arms falling; this is more. This was everything. Only one person has been given this full tale, even his daughter doesn't know it, not all of it. Some of it is so soaked in trauma and betrayal that even now, Silco's chest heaves and his hands clench to his side.
He looks like a wounded, caged animal.
This was just the first part of the whole sorry tale, after all. This is what started it. Everything from the injury around his eye, to losing everything, to becoming a new, reborn man. It all came back to the bridge. It was all at the bottom of the river Pilt. ]
Fine.
[ He says, tersely. He doesn't ask for him to keep it to himself, he should make it seem as unimportant as possible, as his expression cools in real time before him. As he runs a hand through his hair, and it's like all of that anger and trauma and history is tucked back into place where it belongs.
In the past. ]
What you saw was clearly a long time ago.
[ Well, Silco had been much younger. Lean, and handsome, but still rough around the edges. The kind of kid that probably could have fleeced you for every dollar you were worth, and then some. Easy, underneath all that anger. ]
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He looks like a wounded, caged animal.
This was just the first part of the whole sorry tale, after all. This is what started it. Everything from the injury around his eye, to losing everything, to becoming a new, reborn man. It all came back to the bridge. It was all at the bottom of the river Pilt. ]
Fine.
[ He says, tersely. He doesn't ask for him to keep it to himself, he should make it seem as unimportant as possible, as his expression cools in real time before him. As he runs a hand through his hair, and it's like all of that anger and trauma and history is tucked back into place where it belongs.
In the past. ]
What you saw was clearly a long time ago.
[ Well, Silco had been much younger. Lean, and handsome, but still rough around the edges. The kind of kid that probably could have fleeced you for every dollar you were worth, and then some. Easy, underneath all that anger. ]