[Once the knife is sheathed Richard walks up to the dummy, grouches down to pick up the sword he had discarded earlier in favor of a knife during his moment of maddening rage. He's just about to fasten the scabbard against his belt when he looks up and sees the hand offered to him. The sight makes Richard halt and fall silent, the neutral expression focused on Silco's hand.
But like always, underneath the calm marble exterior there was a storm brewing, as he once again found himself revisiting a pained memory of a slender hand letting go of his -- leaving him behind. The wind was howling in his ears, the violent rustle of leaves in the trees drown every other sound underneath it. And for a brief moment Richard can feel himself to be pulled back into the memory.
A moment passes, and just when it looks like Richard is rejecting the offer he reaches out his own gloved hand and places it on top of Silco's, standing up.
Will you lead me out of the woods? ]
I had noticed. I believed it to be intentional on your part.
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But like always, underneath the calm marble exterior there was a storm brewing, as he once again found himself revisiting a pained memory of a slender hand letting go of his -- leaving him behind. The wind was howling in his ears, the violent rustle of leaves in the trees drown every other sound underneath it. And for a brief moment Richard can feel himself to be pulled back into the memory.
A moment passes, and just when it looks like Richard is rejecting the offer he reaches out his own gloved hand and places it on top of Silco's, standing up.
Will you lead me out of the woods? ]
I had noticed. I believed it to be intentional on your part.