And I don't know if you recognize your overconfidence. I did say if.
[ Maybe they were both foolish, in this. Both of them foolish men who were trying to tear each other apart and rend one another into pieces, and damn what was left at the end. Did he want to break him? Silco? As if being betrayed and drowned in the river had tried? As if nearly losing his soul to Sebastian had tried? Silco gambled only with what he thought he could. Surely, it wouldn't go poorly.
If he were more melodramatic, perhaps he would say that both things had already broken him β that he's already been shattered, and this was the result of belonging. The man he was had already been shattered into a million pieces, and reformed at the bottom of the river. Ah, but wouldn't that require self-awareness? No, that had made him stronger he said. It wasn't breaking when it was adapting and learning. ]
Besides, maybe I'm just as interested in the challenge as you are.
[ It isn't about the breaking, after all. It's about the threat, about the game, about the mind game of putting him right where he wants. If in the end, he did, would he want to take those pieces he dangled out? Or would he like the monster just the way he was?
He notices, he uses that word again. "Belong." He'd been adamant that he could not; but that didn't seem to keep him from thinking of keeping something for himself. He doesn't point it out, because he knew it would be another opportunity for Vergilius to say something... poetically self-depreciating. A smokescreen for something else. He files that away, like he's slipping it into a ledger. ]
After all, neither of us are easy, are we?
[ Stubbornly, he keeps his fingers wrapped around his wrist. Make him. ]
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[ Maybe they were both foolish, in this. Both of them foolish men who were trying to tear each other apart and rend one another into pieces, and damn what was left at the end. Did he want to break him? Silco? As if being betrayed and drowned in the river had tried? As if nearly losing his soul to Sebastian had tried? Silco gambled only with what he thought he could. Surely, it wouldn't go poorly.
If he were more melodramatic, perhaps he would say that both things had already broken him β that he's already been shattered, and this was the result of belonging. The man he was had already been shattered into a million pieces, and reformed at the bottom of the river. Ah, but wouldn't that require self-awareness? No, that had made him stronger he said. It wasn't breaking when it was adapting and learning. ]
Besides, maybe I'm just as interested in the challenge as you are.
[ It isn't about the breaking, after all. It's about the threat, about the game, about the mind game of putting him right where he wants. If in the end, he did, would he want to take those pieces he dangled out? Or would he like the monster just the way he was?
He notices, he uses that word again. "Belong." He'd been adamant that he could not; but that didn't seem to keep him from thinking of keeping something for himself. He doesn't point it out, because he knew it would be another opportunity for Vergilius to say something... poetically self-depreciating. A smokescreen for something else. He files that away, like he's slipping it into a ledger. ]
After all, neither of us are easy, are we?
[ Stubbornly, he keeps his fingers wrapped around his wrist. Make him. ]