If you were sorry, you would return me to my place.
[ If doesn't matter to him, that it was unintended, for even though being alone for so long is... horrible, being alone in the dark like that was... something else. Like raging against walls that shouldn't be able to hold him, even as they held fast while he banged on the surface of them with a fist that couldn't hope to crack it. He was alone, and isolated, and perhaps it was like a caged shark moving back and forth, but Silco was used to being alone, he justified. He had been alone for years. (No, he actually wasn't, building an underground operation like his burgeoning shimmer empire, but he's always been dramatic about things.) He was alone now.
After all, Silco did not have things like friends, and the only loved one was someone who had been ripped from his hands three times now β he counts the time he held her slowly fading body in his arms as one of those times β he was used to being alone. That was where he defaulted. Perhaps there would have been a world, where Silco could have existed without such a thing, but it would have had to be a younger man, a man who had never been betrayed, thrown aside, and found inconvenient. Maybe then, there could have been a place for that, but as it was... ]
I don't want your company. I never did. I see what you're doing, you know. You hope by showing me "compassion" and trying to be my friend, you can stray me from my path. Perhaps convince me to soften my threats, should you show me kindness. I know, however, that there is no such thing as free kindness. You will not name me the fool.
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[ If doesn't matter to him, that it was unintended, for even though being alone for so long is... horrible, being alone in the dark like that was... something else. Like raging against walls that shouldn't be able to hold him, even as they held fast while he banged on the surface of them with a fist that couldn't hope to crack it. He was alone, and isolated, and perhaps it was like a caged shark moving back and forth, but Silco was used to being alone, he justified. He had been alone for years. (No, he actually wasn't, building an underground operation like his burgeoning shimmer empire, but he's always been dramatic about things.) He was alone now.
After all, Silco did not have things like friends, and the only loved one was someone who had been ripped from his hands three times now β he counts the time he held her slowly fading body in his arms as one of those times β he was used to being alone. That was where he defaulted. Perhaps there would have been a world, where Silco could have existed without such a thing, but it would have had to be a younger man, a man who had never been betrayed, thrown aside, and found inconvenient. Maybe then, there could have been a place for that, but as it was... ]
I don't want your company. I never did. I see what you're doing, you know. You hope by showing me "compassion" and trying to be my friend, you can stray me from my path. Perhaps convince me to soften my threats, should you show me kindness. I know, however, that there is no such thing as free kindness. You will not name me the fool.