[Now that makes his lips pull back - inadvertently confirming Silco's impression of him, a reaction only a known beast could have. He's grimacing, almost confused - from what holds me back?]
[Maybe there is a point to it. Again, the voice, that wonderful voice, hovers in his mind. That woman had also said that his children were merely a balm, an excuse, a way to avoid his own guilt. If only he could let go. If only he could move ahead, and selfishly love who he was without regrets.]
[But that very thought is abrasive to him - tempting, of course, even she had been close to get him to consider it, but at the same time it itches like a rash he knows should not belong on his skin. His grip is also tight, so tight, but - its held. It's controlled. He stares down at Silco, words coming out through his teeth.]
And what...do you get out of that? What business is my freedom to you? What do you care, huh?
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[Maybe there is a point to it. Again, the voice, that wonderful voice, hovers in his mind. That woman had also said that his children were merely a balm, an excuse, a way to avoid his own guilt. If only he could let go. If only he could move ahead, and selfishly love who he was without regrets.]
[But that very thought is abrasive to him - tempting, of course, even she had been close to get him to consider it, but at the same time it itches like a rash he knows should not belong on his skin. His grip is also tight, so tight, but - its held. It's controlled. He stares down at Silco, words coming out through his teeth.]
And what...do you get out of that? What business is my freedom to you? What do you care, huh?