[ It feels so terribly...wrong, and raw, to admit such a thing to him. The small part of his weakness, even a glimpse of it is far too much. But Vergilius already knew the shape and the name of his weakness, that glaring hole in what used to be his heart that he protected like a desperate man covering it with layer after layer of armor. He'd managed to peel it away, and see what lie underneath, that one thing that would leave Silco weak. Vulnerable.
But he curled his fingers against his neck. He does not know if it is a reassurance or a threat. Perhaps it is best if it is left ambiguous. The man wouldn't know what to do if he tried to do anything more. At one time, maybe, but Silco truly is such a broken little creature, despite what he says despite what he promises. That's the folly of his challenge.
How do you break what's already broken, after all? ]
Some bastard of sorts? [ He scoffed, it's a soft sound. Almost disbelieving. ] Smart bastard, then.
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But he curled his fingers against his neck. He does not know if it is a reassurance or a threat. Perhaps it is best if it is left ambiguous. The man wouldn't know what to do if he tried to do anything more. At one time, maybe, but Silco truly is such a broken little creature, despite what he says despite what he promises. That's the folly of his challenge.
How do you break what's already broken, after all? ]
Some bastard of sorts? [ He scoffed, it's a soft sound. Almost disbelieving. ] Smart bastard, then.
They're right, of course.
[ What else could he do? ]