[ In the quiet silence, he stepped over to his bedside, to pick up that gem that had meant everything a world away. In Kenos, Jinx had been everything. His only guiding star, the only thing he knew was real. Powers, destruction, none of it mattered. Some believed their worlds had still been out there, but Silco's whole world was right in his hand. Had been in his hand. Now it was inert, and cold. Not even body-temperature like it had been. It still glows, of course, like there was still a spark of life in it.
Isn't it funny? That things seem so cyclical? Day in, and day out? It's always around, and around, and around. ]
They are so fragile, like this. Easy to destroy. [ A soft scoff. ] Was yours safe? Jinx never was like this. I had to flay my very soul to protect her, and it wasn't ever enough.
Now, I don't even truly have her back. She's still β
[ In danger? Manic? Struggling with a sister they'd both thought was gone; a specter that cast an even larger shadow. ]
I don't know if I do.
[ He doesn't even know that he really won't. But maudlin honesty feels appropriate now. It's with a heavy sigh β it's too honest, too dangerous β that he tries to divert. ]
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Isn't it funny? That things seem so cyclical? Day in, and day out? It's always around, and around, and around. ]
They are so fragile, like this. Easy to destroy. [ A soft scoff. ] Was yours safe? Jinx never was like this. I had to flay my very soul to protect her, and it wasn't ever enough.
Now, I don't even truly have her back. She's still β
[ In danger? Manic? Struggling with a sister they'd both thought was gone; a specter that cast an even larger shadow. ]
I don't know if I do.
[ He doesn't even know that he really won't. But maudlin honesty feels appropriate now. It's with a heavy sigh β it's too honest, too dangerous β that he tries to divert. ]
Do you have a chance for yours?