[ It's Silco's turn for Silence, as he looked between Jinx, and Kaeya, like he was trying to figure out which one to focus on. His fingers tightened in the grate, as if he could break the grate itself, and interject in some way -- when words were his realm.
So why was it, when something like this was involved, did words fail him?
What did he mean, it hadn't worked? Why was Jinx asking? Had it not worked for her either? That couldn't be, could it? It had worked for him, let him drown that weak little man who hadn't been able to seal the deal for Zaun, and when the past had died.
A small part of himself -- the one that's so angry and so scared of dying again, wonders if it really is dead? -- But Silco is quick to strangle that, in his own mind, he's quick to silence that small voice, just like he's quick to cover up the signs of his own drowning, that his scar was covered now spoke plenty to how Silco tried to move on from such things. Bury it, and let it rot underneath.
Hell of a metaphor, for a man who can't define the sorts of things he's being asked, isn't he? ]
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Date: 2022-11-28 01:41 am (UTC)So why was it, when something like this was involved, did words fail him?
What did he mean, it hadn't worked? Why was Jinx asking? Had it not worked for her either? That couldn't be, could it? It had worked for him, let him drown that weak little man who hadn't been able to seal the deal for Zaun, and when the past had died.
A small part of himself -- the one that's so angry and so scared of dying again, wonders if it really is dead? -- But Silco is quick to strangle that, in his own mind, he's quick to silence that small voice, just like he's quick to cover up the signs of his own drowning, that his scar was covered now spoke plenty to how Silco tried to move on from such things. Bury it, and let it rot underneath.
Hell of a metaphor, for a man who can't define the sorts of things he's being asked, isn't he? ]