[ Since Silco can't open the grate, he can't really interject. Not in any meaningful way. He can't really protest, but the way Jinx interpreted it as a betrayal is -- exactly what Silco would have worried about -- but in the moment, it hadn't been concerned about what Jinx would think. He'd been focused on the mindscape before him -- and a too-similar feeling, a situation he'd seen played out time after time. First with himself, then with Jinx, and then there was this new person, who'd been betrayed in just the same way, and he'd done what felt right. He'd tried to separate him from that which held him back.
And yet now...
There were some things Silco was particularly predictable about. When it came to Jinx, no matter the subject, no matter who or what it was, Silco would always, always choose Jinx. Even in this moment, with his fingers against the grate, he wanted nothing more than to soothe that errant buzz he could see drag across his daughter's face, and placate that violent burst of anger that meant that she was afraid she had been replaced.
He'd wondered, if it would help for her to know that Kaeya had been through the same thing, but as he'd considered uttering the word --
His head whipped to Kaeya, who had put this together quicker than he'd expected, and then back to Jinx. His eyes then danced to the grate, to look for the catch, to see if he could open it up -- he just had to get to his daughter, right? That would solve this? His fingers inched toward the grate, but he looked at her again, while his fingers moved. He wanted to protest, or explain, but with Kaeya here...
Silco is fooling himself, if he thinks that Kaeya has not put together the fact that he's Jinx's father, but even still, he holds onto the shred of secrecy. ]
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And yet now...
There were some things Silco was particularly predictable about. When it came to Jinx, no matter the subject, no matter who or what it was, Silco would always, always choose Jinx. Even in this moment, with his fingers against the grate, he wanted nothing more than to soothe that errant buzz he could see drag across his daughter's face, and placate that violent burst of anger that meant that she was afraid she had been replaced.
He'd wondered, if it would help for her to know that Kaeya had been through the same thing, but as he'd considered uttering the word --
His head whipped to Kaeya, who had put this together quicker than he'd expected, and then back to Jinx. His eyes then danced to the grate, to look for the catch, to see if he could open it up -- he just had to get to his daughter, right? That would solve this? His fingers inched toward the grate, but he looked at her again, while his fingers moved. He wanted to protest, or explain, but with Kaeya here...
Silco is fooling himself, if he thinks that Kaeya has not put together the fact that he's Jinx's father, but even still, he holds onto the shred of secrecy. ]