[He knew it showed, and he was not currently in a state of mind to reign in his thoughts on the matter. It hadn't even been a full year since he had stood on the edge of great chasm of victory with the wings and means to fly of a lifelong dream. Instead of flying, he had fallen to the deepest, darkest parts of his life as the reality of what it would cost was too great.
His ultimate failure. The path he reviled, mocked, and dismissed as nothing more than weakness in Vander became the same path he had walked. Like Vander, it had cost him his life.
He looked at Richard, humming at the comment. He too knew of parents that shunned their children; it was more common the deeper one went in the Undercity; life was hard enough without adding another mewling burden to it.] As do I. [His own parentage had not been pleased with his inconvenient arrival.
He made a point of folding his hands behind his back, clasping one wrist in a hand as he watched Richard return to practice. He expected that their conversation was likely done, information as to where the younger man could acquire housing given. He should return to work.]
Fear of abandonment, anger at her idea that one's word was broken, and a need to punish those that hurt her. [He shrugged his shoulders. He knew her well enough to know why she was giving the cold shoulder and expanding herself on the docks.] And ambition.
[Silco stared at the arrow embedded into the tree.] Oh, the usual. Chain them in a dank basement, break some bones, perhaps remove the skin from them. I can't well kill them, so I'll make them wish they were dead instead. Otherwise, I have my ways.
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cw: mention of confinement and torture
Date: 2024-06-23 11:39 pm (UTC)His ultimate failure. The path he reviled, mocked, and dismissed as nothing more than weakness in Vander became the same path he had walked. Like Vander, it had cost him his life.
He looked at Richard, humming at the comment. He too knew of parents that shunned their children; it was more common the deeper one went in the Undercity; life was hard enough without adding another mewling burden to it.] As do I. [His own parentage had not been pleased with his inconvenient arrival.
He made a point of folding his hands behind his back, clasping one wrist in a hand as he watched Richard return to practice. He expected that their conversation was likely done, information as to where the younger man could acquire housing given. He should return to work.]
Fear of abandonment, anger at her idea that one's word was broken, and a need to punish those that hurt her. [He shrugged his shoulders. He knew her well enough to know why she was giving the cold shoulder and expanding herself on the docks.] And ambition.
[Silco stared at the arrow embedded into the tree.] Oh, the usual. Chain them in a dank basement, break some bones, perhaps remove the skin from them. I can't well kill them, so I'll make them wish they were dead instead. Otherwise, I have my ways.