[ there's the breath of a laugh that leaves his lips like smoke from a pipe, slow and curling in the air between them — isn't it obvious? yes, he supposes it is. it is what has been hiding in silco's words, his actions, the driving force behind them all.
the line between silco and him is this, here: that silco had trusted and been betrayed, when silver had only ever trusted himself. he doesn't know the sting of betrayal, the slow poison it leaves in your veins, the kind of burn he sees in silco's ruined eye evey time he looks at him. ]
I don't know, [ he says, and for once there is nothing but honesty in his tone. slowly, he drags himself out of his chair, drags himself until he sits on the ground by silco's feet, leans his head against his knee — careful, ever so, because silco isn't a man to be touched lightly. and yet, there is some comfort here; in this vulnerability he would think twice to show most others. ]
I never used to trust anyone but myself. I didn't care what people thought of me, as long as I got what I wanted. But you, and Flint... you've both been betrayed so badly it almost burns to look at you, and yet you've turned that fire into something that matters. By becoming something... more. And I never thought that'd matter to me, but — I do believe in what he says. What you say. And I don't want to betray him... or you. Do you think I have that, in me?
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the line between silco and him is this, here: that silco had trusted and been betrayed, when silver had only ever trusted himself. he doesn't know the sting of betrayal, the slow poison it leaves in your veins, the kind of burn he sees in silco's ruined eye evey time he looks at him. ]
I don't know, [ he says, and for once there is nothing but honesty in his tone. slowly, he drags himself out of his chair, drags himself until he sits on the ground by silco's feet, leans his head against his knee — careful, ever so, because silco isn't a man to be touched lightly. and yet, there is some comfort here; in this vulnerability he would think twice to show most others. ]
I never used to trust anyone but myself. I didn't care what people thought of me, as long as I got what I wanted. But you, and Flint... you've both been betrayed so badly it almost burns to look at you, and yet you've turned that fire into something that matters. By becoming something... more. And I never thought that'd matter to me, but — I do believe in what he says. What you say. And I don't want to betray him... or you. Do you think I have that, in me?