She knows the truth, and hasn't abandoned you. Isn't that lucky enough?
[Again, it feels like the words sting more than any weapon could - he'd prefer Silco taking an actual knife to him again. Physical pain, he's dealt with. To stab into the heart, let it bleed out, is that ever a pain he can be used to? Even with his own self-inflicted wounds?]
[There's a little tremble of his lower lip, his eyes opening only slightly to show uncertain, glimmering light.]
I never...thought to consider otherwise. [And quieter, so quiet.] He said I didn't raise him to be a coward. I told him that...I didn't even raise him in general. That faith...to get that close is to ruin it.
[ For once he looks away, for perhaps only a brief moment, but it is long enough. Look enough for that tight, pinched fear to resurface, a slight echo from earlier. That old fear that's ever present, an old worry. She may not have left him yet, but would it happen? Could it? Sevika had tried to convince him to hold off, and not go looking for her, and now...
He redirects he's gaze back to him, tipping his head to keep his eyes focused on his.
To see this vulnerability.
It feels odd. Intimate, to know this much about this man, freely given pain opened for him to see, and dig through like he's looking for treasure in the viscera. ]
He clearly thought you did something. [ He points out, not unkindly. ] Was what you had enough? For you? [ A beat. ] For him?
[He notices the glance away - an odd thing for Silco, and his hand twitches upward to grasp onto the side of his face, if for a moment. Maybe reassurance, maybe to keep him steady.]
[Even here and now, even as much as he dislikes this man, his heart never does what he wants it to do, doesn't it?]
...No. It wasn't enough for him. [And for himself, either, though he doesn't voice it.] But in our world, Fixers should not have personal connections anyways. I tried to drill that into him. Prepare him for the darkness that would wait for him going down my path. Ah, but that boy....he always had a tender heart.
He didn't flinch away from his hand and stared back at him again. That moment of uncertainty, fleeting thought it was, vanished again. Covered up like everything else he kept buried in that deep pool, anything that could be used as a weapon to be drowned and left at the bottom of it. ]
You're right that they shouldn't. [ Something he would know intimately as well. Someone like that who had a weakness was someone who could be manipulated. Easily. ] Though, you did, didn't you?
In my experience, Vergilius... [ He hedged in his tone, eyes darted away, before they looked back at him. As if he were trying to look away for a brief moment, if just to β find the Words. It is a vulnerable thought, that he voices. ] Sometimes it is not our choice, to find that connection. We must merely find a way to protect it by any means necessary.
Yes. He did. Though he had his personal reasons for it, too. He may have been tender, but his heart was full of...nothing but thoughts of revenge, too.
[Revenge for the fellow children. Garnet raged out in the open where he couldn't - or simply, he chose not too. His failures made his anger recede like a low tide, while Garnet pushed forward to try to find any way to get back to the one who had caused that tragedy in the first place.]
[And he hadn't even survived long enough to get even an inch close to her.]
[He follows Silco's gaze - it flits like a little moth, darting in the air - before he captures again, holds them steady.]
...Of course. And yes, I did. I did have connections. [Of course, yes, they have to protect it by any means necessary. He pauses for a moment, tilting his head as hair strands fall in front of red light.] Do you...regret anything with Jinx, Silco?
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. ]
I tried to tell him as such. But you know a boy like that can't be dissuaded.
[Their hearts burn too fiercely. He would know. In a way, he's one himself - his bloody heart feels in a way that pierces him like thorns that permanently grow in his skin. To eliminate it is to kill himself.]
[He waits for the answer. And Silco answers in the affirmative, a little surprising, but also not. All guardians, parents, they all have their mistakes.]
...And what did you do about it?
[Again, his hand reaches up, only to rest against the base of his neck.]
[ He'd once been so similar, too. Once. That boy was so far gone now, but he knew what kind of monster a boy like that could make, if he were shattered into so many pieces, betrayal like that cut so deep. Perhaps Vergilius was right to withhold it from him. Perhaps he would never know β perhaps he would fail? β but... Who knew.
With their children, they always seemed to surprise. There were times Silco thought he would have to push harder, and times that he didn't think he'd have to push at all, and it was often the opposite of what he expected.
Why was it so difficult? ]
I β [ He wants to look away now. He does, when not held there. Silco so rarely looks away from him. ] β don't know. I asked LILITH, but all they said was that she wasn't dead.
[ His daughter lived, that's all he knew. She had been in his arms, he'd picked her up, and the only thing he could think was that mantra, echoing over and over in his head like a too-loud echo that drowned everything else out. She's dead she's dead she's dead ]
That is a mystery I'll have to learn someday when I return. [ A Beat. ] If, at this rate.
[That's the thing, isn't it? They may kill all the kaiju they like, but at the back of their minds will always be that singular, blinding purpose: keeping their children safe and sound.]
[It feels like a rollercoaster sometimes. To go from viciously hating the man, to wanting to hold him in his arms and rock him side to side. He knows Silco knows how to deal with the former. He would be flummoxed most likely with the latter. What a complicated man he is.]
[Vergilius heaves a sigh, fingers curling as he bows his head.]
Well. Sometimes we have to dwell in the sea of the unknown. Whether that fate of theirs is up to us...we can't always control it. And I will say what a bastard of sorts told me the other day. Maybe today. "We must merely find a way to protect it by any means necessary."
[ 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.
I think the bastard would like to think so about being smart.
[He's never told anyone this much. Even Malkuth, who knew about his garden, his children, didn't hear about Garnet, and how he became his namesake.]
[How odd, to be known. How much odder, that the man who knows him is one who has caused him pain, seeks to break him, asks to try to break him in return.]
[He hums, not letting go.]
Anyways. We follow the flow. Do what we can. Everything in our power. For better, or for worse.
[ His fingers instinctively tighten against the larger man, a grip into his shoulder, a hand around his wrist. Curled together like this, he could be seen β mistaken β for a softer man, for someone who sought comfort in the arms of someone who understood him in that way. Is it? It feels as if his heart beats alongside his, for at least this half-second.
They could not be more different, perhaps. Vergilius has a soft heart wracked with guilt, he can see it, the shape of what keeps him distant; whereas Silco's heart is a gaping hole, spiked and trapped like anyone who peers too deep in would be caught and stuck, unable to pull free without ripping something of themselves free in the process. He would always cause pain, even inadvertent.
It feels something like an inevitability, that their children are so matched, these precious little things that they want to protect by any means necessary, care for despite the forces in their way. Silco can see the shape of their similarities β project, even β and how they're making some odd structure between the places where they meet up. Cutting each other in the process, maybe making something out of what they cut off. ]
[They're similar. They're not similar at all. Silco wants to tear it all down in spite, and Vergilius tears himself down out of spite. There's a push and pull here that's more evident by moments like these, where they practice the semblance of humanity while being, so, well? Not human at all. Twisted from human.]
[They're the type of people mothers warn their children about to make them behave, though how ironic, given how their children did not behave at all.]
[He's very close to him - and it makes Vergilius have the urge to step away, as if he is dancing at the edge of that gaping hole of Silco's heart. It must be tempting to be pulled in. It's easy to fall into a pit like that.]
[He wonders if, maybe, his heart can make that hole smaller. But that's right. They'd destroy each other. That's how different they are.]
...Mm. [And he is starting to detach himself, after a moment, ready to step away.] That being that, you're still alive. After dealing with a goddess, no less. You have to count your lucky stars.
It was not the goddess with a tender heart and too much power for how easily set off she was. No, she was easily excitable, and easily subdued. She didn't want to hurt him, it was clear. She always tried to give him the chance to turn tail and run. Mind, he disliked that, but... It was something.
The demon, though. He was the danger. The dangerous one. The one who'd nearly taken his soul, and threatened him in his room, and covered everything with dark, slithering things. Drowning him in it.
His lips twitched.
He did not dare admit fear. That he wanted to not be near the shadows. ]
But, I do not think it is luck. Merely... [ A smile. Tight, and a little mean. He does not hold him there. ] An unwillingness to die.
[ He'd never thought there would be anything like Zaun, but the city sounds so similar to it. Just like it. Violent and cruel, a hard place to make harder people.]
Me? Poke my nose into things?
[ He hasn't moved yet, just a slight twitch of a smile, unblinking eye staring up at him. ]
Get into danger?
[ He folded one leg over the other, like some preening lord, looking up at him. ]
That doesn't sound like me at all. I don't do those things. [ A beat, a twitch of that chipped grin. ]
If I can avoid it. I suppose if not, well. Those orphans will be fairly well funded, hm?
[ It wouldn't help anything, he'd just be weirder about it.
Maybe stab him again for fun. Clearly he can take it.]
I think it's best to have a plan in place, yes. That is, if you'll accept it. [ He's so obnoxious about it, a tip of his head, still looking up at him. ] And think of all the good it would do.
[He actually seems as straightforward as ever, like a businessman who could care less for anything beyond the fine print. He's played in these sort of deals before. Vergilius scoffs.]
I'll draft a contract and you'll sign it. Even in the City, one's word means nothing.
...Never did one, huh. No computers where you come from? Its more blase than you think.
[Sometimes, a horrific world that runs on the suffering of many.....really just happens to be the same world with a lot of boring paperwork for most things.]
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[Again, it feels like the words sting more than any weapon could - he'd prefer Silco taking an actual knife to him again. Physical pain, he's dealt with. To stab into the heart, let it bleed out, is that ever a pain he can be used to? Even with his own self-inflicted wounds?]
[There's a little tremble of his lower lip, his eyes opening only slightly to show uncertain, glimmering light.]
I never...thought to consider otherwise. [And quieter, so quiet.] He said I didn't raise him to be a coward. I told him that...I didn't even raise him in general. That faith...to get that close is to ruin it.
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He redirects he's gaze back to him, tipping his head to keep his eyes focused on his.
To see this vulnerability.
It feels odd. Intimate, to know this much about this man, freely given pain opened for him to see, and dig through like he's looking for treasure in the viscera. ]
He clearly thought you did something. [ He points out, not unkindly. ] Was what you had enough? For you? [ A beat. ] For him?
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[He notices the glance away - an odd thing for Silco, and his hand twitches upward to grasp onto the side of his face, if for a moment. Maybe reassurance, maybe to keep him steady.]
[Even here and now, even as much as he dislikes this man, his heart never does what he wants it to do, doesn't it?]
...No. It wasn't enough for him. [And for himself, either, though he doesn't voice it.] But in our world, Fixers should not have personal connections anyways. I tried to drill that into him. Prepare him for the darkness that would wait for him going down my path. Ah, but that boy....he always had a tender heart.
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[ Walk in his footsteps, it sounded like.
He didn't flinch away from his hand and stared back at him again. That moment of uncertainty, fleeting thought it was, vanished again. Covered up like everything else he kept buried in that deep pool, anything that could be used as a weapon to be drowned and left at the bottom of it. ]
You're right that they shouldn't. [ Something he would know intimately as well. Someone like that who had a weakness was someone who could be manipulated. Easily. ] Though, you did, didn't you?
In my experience, Vergilius... [ He hedged in his tone, eyes darted away, before they looked back at him. As if he were trying to look away for a brief moment, if just to β find the Words. It is a vulnerable thought, that he voices. ] Sometimes it is not our choice, to find that connection. We must merely find a way to protect it by any means necessary.
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[Revenge for the fellow children. Garnet raged out in the open where he couldn't - or simply, he chose not too. His failures made his anger recede like a low tide, while Garnet pushed forward to try to find any way to get back to the one who had caused that tragedy in the first place.]
[And he hadn't even survived long enough to get even an inch close to her.]
[He follows Silco's gaze - it flits like a little moth, darting in the air - before he captures again, holds them steady.]
...Of course. And yes, I did. I did have connections. [Of course, yes, they have to protect it by any means necessary. He pauses for a moment, tilting his head as hair strands fall in front of red light.] Do you...regret anything with Jinx, Silco?
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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. ]
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[Their hearts burn too fiercely. He would know. In a way, he's one himself - his bloody heart feels in a way that pierces him like thorns that permanently grow in his skin. To eliminate it is to kill himself.]
[He waits for the answer. And Silco answers in the affirmative, a little surprising, but also not. All guardians, parents, they all have their mistakes.]
...And what did you do about it?
[Again, his hand reaches up, only to rest against the base of his neck.]
Did you save her?
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With their children, they always seemed to surprise. There were times Silco thought he would have to push harder, and times that he didn't think he'd have to push at all, and it was often the opposite of what he expected.
Why was it so difficult? ]
I β [ He wants to look away now. He does, when not held there. Silco so rarely looks away from him. ] β don't know. I asked LILITH, but all they said was that she wasn't dead.
[ His daughter lived, that's all he knew. She had been in his arms, he'd picked her up, and the only thing he could think was that mantra, echoing over and over in his head like a too-loud echo that drowned everything else out. She's dead she's dead she's dead ]
That is a mystery I'll have to learn someday when I return. [ A Beat. ] If, at this rate.
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[That's the thing, isn't it? They may kill all the kaiju they like, but at the back of their minds will always be that singular, blinding purpose: keeping their children safe and sound.]
[It feels like a rollercoaster sometimes. To go from viciously hating the man, to wanting to hold him in his arms and rock him side to side. He knows Silco knows how to deal with the former. He would be flummoxed most likely with the latter. What a complicated man he is.]
[Vergilius heaves a sigh, fingers curling as he bows his head.]
Well. Sometimes we have to dwell in the sea of the unknown. Whether that fate of theirs is up to us...we can't always control it. And I will say what a bastard of sorts told me the other day. Maybe today. "We must merely find a way to protect it by any means necessary."
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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? ]
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[He's never told anyone this much. Even Malkuth, who knew about his garden, his children, didn't hear about Garnet, and how he became his namesake.]
[How odd, to be known. How much odder, that the man who knows him is one who has caused him pain, seeks to break him, asks to try to break him in return.]
[He hums, not letting go.]
Anyways. We follow the flow. Do what we can. Everything in our power. For better, or for worse.
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They could not be more different, perhaps. Vergilius has a soft heart wracked with guilt, he can see it, the shape of what keeps him distant; whereas Silco's heart is a gaping hole, spiked and trapped like anyone who peers too deep in would be caught and stuck, unable to pull free without ripping something of themselves free in the process. He would always cause pain, even inadvertent.
It feels something like an inevitability, that their children are so matched, these precious little things that they want to protect by any means necessary, care for despite the forces in their way. Silco can see the shape of their similarities β project, even β and how they're making some odd structure between the places where they meet up. Cutting each other in the process, maybe making something out of what they cut off. ]
Hm. [ An affected sigh. ] No other choice.
Not a choice I would take, regardless.
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[They're the type of people mothers warn their children about to make them behave, though how ironic, given how their children did not behave at all.]
[He's very close to him - and it makes Vergilius have the urge to step away, as if he is dancing at the edge of that gaping hole of Silco's heart. It must be tempting to be pulled in. It's easy to fall into a pit like that.]
[He wonders if, maybe, his heart can make that hole smaller. But that's right. They'd destroy each other. That's how different they are.]
...Mm. [And he is starting to detach himself, after a moment, ready to step away.] That being that, you're still alive. After dealing with a goddess, no less. You have to count your lucky stars.
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[ He pointed out. He knew which he feared more.
It was not the goddess with a tender heart and too much power for how easily set off she was. No, she was easily excitable, and easily subdued. She didn't want to hurt him, it was clear. She always tried to give him the chance to turn tail and run. Mind, he disliked that, but... It was something.
The demon, though. He was the danger. The dangerous one. The one who'd nearly taken his soul, and threatened him in his room, and covered everything with dark, slithering things. Drowning him in it.
His lips twitched.
He did not dare admit fear. That he wanted to not be near the shadows. ]
But, I do not think it is luck. Merely... [ A smile. Tight, and a little mean. He does not hold him there. ] An unwillingness to die.
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[Live. Live. Live. It rings like a bell inside of their worn-out bodies.]
...You'll keep not dying, as long as you stay out of danger and stop poking your nose into things.
[He's backed up now, but he's tipping his head, giving the man a little Look.]
Will you?
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Me? Poke my nose into things?
[ He hasn't moved yet, just a slight twitch of a smile, unblinking eye staring up at him. ]
Get into danger?
[ He folded one leg over the other, like some preening lord, looking up at him. ]
That doesn't sound like me at all. I don't do those things. [ A beat, a twitch of that chipped grin. ]
If I can avoid it. I suppose if not, well. Those orphans will be fairly well funded, hm?
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[There's a brief urge to throttle him like a weasel. It passes.]
So. You're really wanting to go through with that deal, huh? Given your...eagerness.
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Maybe stab him again for fun. Clearly he can take it.]
I think it's best to have a plan in place, yes. That is, if you'll accept it. [ He's so obnoxious about it, a tip of his head, still looking up at him. ] And think of all the good it would do.
[ Think of the children...?]
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[He folds his arms, sighing- an aquiesance. Sometimes men really do have soft spots.]
A hundred thousand kryptos and nothing less. And a receipt to prove the transaction.
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[ He smiled, hands spread. He blinked β with that eye it looks a wink β but he finds it respectable.
Anyone who didn't ask for proof was a fool, and Vergilius did not seem a fool. He wouldn't be worth Silco's time, if he was. ]
Ah, ah. Very smart, when dealing with a Zaunite. Do you want to shake on it? Make it official? Or is my word good enough?
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[He actually seems as straightforward as ever, like a businessman who could care less for anything beyond the fine print. He's played in these sort of deals before. Vergilius scoffs.]
I'll draft a contract and you'll sign it. Even in the City, one's word means nothing.
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A contract? That's downright formal. [ A beat. ] Signed in ink, yes?
[ he has to ask, he knows now to question these assumptions, that things are done like normal people would. ]
I have no issues, if it is ink.
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[He looks a little incredulous like WHAT ELSE WOULD IT BE, SIR]
Or I'll send you an electronic copy and you can sign it like that.
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[ His last contract had manifested in the form of a brand, searing pain carved into his skin. His lips thin, both in memory and in... well. ]
An electronic copy. Alright.
[ He has no idea how to do that. He'll figure it out. Probably. ]
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[Sometimes, a horrific world that runs on the suffering of many.....really just happens to be the same world with a lot of boring paperwork for most things.]
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