Tender hearted boys with thoughts of revenge... [ A scoff? A laugh? Something that sounds bitter. ] It cuts both ways, revenge.
[ He still catches him by surprise, with the question. He can't look away now, red eyes on his own mismatched.
Did he regret anything? Anything about his violent, whimsical, manic daughter? Broken in so many pieces just like he'd been, a little girl that needed someone to tell her that she was brilliant, that she could do anything, that she could be the very thing that broke her into pieces. That there was strength in what had broken her apart, and she could use that as the metal to put herself back together, welding all of those pieces back together so the sharp edges faced outward. Towards anyone, and everything.
It had just been the two of them β it was always the two of them, everyone else would always leave β for so long he did not have any delusions that someone else in the mix would have always caused problems. He'd thought Vi had been... eliminated? Dead? Marcus had told him so. He didn't really care one way or the other, and Vi had left a scar on her sister, that had been... that.
Except she wasn't. And she'd already hurt her again β or the enforcer she was with had β or they'd lured her into a trap β he didn't know how. ]
Yes.
[ He admitted. It's his own guilt. That he hadn't ensured she was safe. ] I left something to rot that should not have. It came back to hurt her. Nearly kill her.
[ This was literally not the thing he should regret, but Silco was a foolish man, a foolish man with a twisted mind. He thought his daughter was perfect just the way she was, even if nobody else could see it. She always would be. ]
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[ He still catches him by surprise, with the question. He can't look away now, red eyes on his own mismatched.
Did he regret anything? Anything about his violent, whimsical, manic daughter? Broken in so many pieces just like he'd been, a little girl that needed someone to tell her that she was brilliant, that she could do anything, that she could be the very thing that broke her into pieces. That there was strength in what had broken her apart, and she could use that as the metal to put herself back together, welding all of those pieces back together so the sharp edges faced outward. Towards anyone, and everything.
It had just been the two of them β it was always the two of them, everyone else would always leave β for so long he did not have any delusions that someone else in the mix would have always caused problems. He'd thought Vi had been... eliminated? Dead? Marcus had told him so. He didn't really care one way or the other, and Vi had left a scar on her sister, that had been... that.
Except she wasn't. And she'd already hurt her again β or the enforcer she was with had β or they'd lured her into a trap β he didn't know how. ]
Yes.
[ He admitted. It's his own guilt. That he hadn't ensured she was safe. ] I left something to rot that should not have. It came back to hurt her. Nearly kill her.
[ This was literally not the thing he should regret, but Silco was a foolish man, a foolish man with a twisted mind. He thought his daughter was perfect just the way she was, even if nobody else could see it. She always would be. ]