[ it is a strange thing, to want to live for something more than yourself. the men on the walrus had started it, made him feel like he meant something; flint had continued it, relied on him, made him assume responsibilities he'd never even have considered otherwise. and then here — he may not have had a crew, but there was aemond, of course, important to him to a point where he'd do anything to support his goals... and silco, in whom he had seen a natural leader, a man who could accomplish something real. something good.
do you have what it takes to stay loyal to a cause?
maybe. maybe, in this, a cause begins with a man.
slowly, like reaching for a live flame, he moves his hand so he can reach for silco's, fingers drumming against the arm of his chair. the words in his mouth burn like silco's eye does. ]
I may falter... but I won't fail. Not you, nor our cause.
[ he doesn't even realise what he's said — our cause, instead of your. instead, he grips onto silco like he's the only thing keeping him from sinking into an ocean only he can see. ]
[ His fingers twitch, automatic. He very nearly pulls them away, the prospect of touch β of closeness β is a terrifying thing for someone like Silco, who has lost so much, had it taken away from him, so violently. He very nearly doesn't bridge the gap, but he understands that Augmented seek this out, it is automatic, and this... thing, this imprinting, it has its uses, despite what Silco says on the network, or out loud, or otherwise.
He can feel it, in the way it draws him towards Mel. It warps his thinking, makes him... amenable towards her. But in the same, she has softened her approach, and for someone like Silver, who already reaches out to him, seeking his guidance, does this not do that as well? Does the man not seek something?
Certainty?
Loyalty? Just as he does?
He needs it. Perhaps Silver needs it as well. His hand tips, palm up. Welcoming. ]
It is a permanent thing, to devote yourself to a cause. There is no looking back from it, when you confront it, truly. When you understand what it is you are doing.
When you embrace it, and make it yours, as well as mine.
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do you have what it takes to stay loyal to a cause?
maybe. maybe, in this, a cause begins with a man.
slowly, like reaching for a live flame, he moves his hand so he can reach for silco's, fingers drumming against the arm of his chair. the words in his mouth burn like silco's eye does. ]
I may falter... but I won't fail. Not you, nor our cause.
[ he doesn't even realise what he's said — our cause, instead of your. instead, he grips onto silco like he's the only thing keeping him from sinking into an ocean only he can see. ]
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He can feel it, in the way it draws him towards Mel. It warps his thinking, makes him... amenable towards her. But in the same, she has softened her approach, and for someone like Silver, who already reaches out to him, seeking his guidance, does this not do that as well? Does the man not seek something?
Certainty?
Loyalty? Just as he does?
He needs it. Perhaps Silver needs it as well. His hand tips, palm up. Welcoming. ]
It is a permanent thing, to devote yourself to a cause. There is no looking back from it, when you confront it, truly. When you understand what it is you are doing.
When you embrace it, and make it yours, as well as mine.