[ It's rhetorical. He shifted on his bed, leaned forward. His hands clasped before him, resting his elbows on his long, skinny legs. He looked smaller like that, but he didn't lack for intensity, even like this. Even small, almost turning in on himself. ]
No matter what the price?
[ He understands, in some way. Vergilius says he feels guilt, and perhaps he does. Does that make it bearable? The sacrifice needed? Perhaps it does. Perhaps without it his shoulders would cave from the weight. Perhaps he hasn't had everything truly ripped out from him fully yet.
Maybe he never would. Maybe Silco would try, to see the monster inside. Does it weaken him, this guilt? Does it stay his hand? (Silco, it should be noted, lacks the self-reflection to think that this would also keep him alive.) ]
We called it the base violence necessary for change. Without the fire, you cannot build something from the ashes. Without the wreckage, you cannot find growth in the rubble.
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[ It's rhetorical. He shifted on his bed, leaned forward. His hands clasped before him, resting his elbows on his long, skinny legs. He looked smaller like that, but he didn't lack for intensity, even like this. Even small, almost turning in on himself. ]
No matter what the price?
[ He understands, in some way. Vergilius says he feels guilt, and perhaps he does. Does that make it bearable? The sacrifice needed? Perhaps it does. Perhaps without it his shoulders would cave from the weight. Perhaps he hasn't had everything truly ripped out from him fully yet.
Maybe he never would. Maybe Silco would try, to see the monster inside. Does it weaken him, this guilt? Does it stay his hand? (Silco, it should be noted, lacks the self-reflection to think that this would also keep him alive.) ]
We called it the base violence necessary for change. Without the fire, you cannot build something from the ashes. Without the wreckage, you cannot find growth in the rubble.