[Joan was an entity that was ever present in Richard's daily life. She was there even when he couldn't see her. Sometimes it was just her voice he could hear while other times she manifested as looming dread above him, feeling her presence following him like a suffocating shadow. And it was true that she comes out of her hiding during the times when he was alone, sliding through the cracks of weakness. But it was not completely unheard of her to show herself when there were others around, despite how rare it was. She had done so in the past. When Richard had been young and struggling to find balance between the despair and hope, clinging on the fickle light that Henry brought him.
It was the same affliction which she accused him of again. So he supposes it makes sense that she is here right now, after being silent and absent so long during the months that they shared the roof. ]
I'd be careful if I were you. She might as well go and poison your mind even further. He scoffs at Silco's words as he focuses on the witch, who in return sticks her tongue out, earning an angry scowl from Richard. He clenches his hand in a tight fist and turns to walk around the altar - just so to have excuse to tear his gaze away from the pair on the bench.]
The life on Earth is hell. You'd willingly be caught in the ever spinning wheel just for one opportunity? Like a fool running around in circles. Heh. I suppose this world suits you just well, then. You lost almost everything and now have gained it all back once again. [He could tell that his focus was wavering, feeling already exhausted and overwhelmed by the maddening visions of Joan, the blasphemous conversation with Silco and the sea of the candles. But still, he would not run away.]
Maybe. But you have power and influence here that others don't. If they were now to act out against you they would only earn the ire of the rest of the Chosen.
[There is a moment of silence from him when Silco brings up his family. He is right to assume that their arrival would not please him at all. Especially his brothers would prove out to be problematic and force him into hiding once again. He was not nowhere prepared to shatter their idea of loyal little brother by revealing the cost of his ambition. He sighs out his nose, some of the tension deflating from his frame.]
...Why did you come here, Silco? If Whitey truly was being a pest you could have just kicked him out.
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Date: 2025-01-15 07:58 pm (UTC)It was the same affliction which she accused him of again. So he supposes it makes sense that she is here right now, after being silent and absent so long during the months that they shared the roof. ]
I'd be careful if I were you. She might as well go and poison your mind even further. He scoffs at Silco's words as he focuses on the witch, who in return sticks her tongue out, earning an angry scowl from Richard. He clenches his hand in a tight fist and turns to walk around the altar - just so to have excuse to tear his gaze away from the pair on the bench.]
The life on Earth is hell. You'd willingly be caught in the ever spinning wheel just for one opportunity? Like a fool running around in circles. Heh. I suppose this world suits you just well, then. You lost almost everything and now have gained it all back once again. [He could tell that his focus was wavering, feeling already exhausted and overwhelmed by the maddening visions of Joan, the blasphemous conversation with Silco and the sea of the candles. But still, he would not run away.]
Maybe. But you have power and influence here that others don't. If they were now to act out against you they would only earn the ire of the rest of the Chosen.
[There is a moment of silence from him when Silco brings up his family. He is right to assume that their arrival would not please him at all. Especially his brothers would prove out to be problematic and force him into hiding once again. He was not nowhere prepared to shatter their idea of loyal little brother by revealing the cost of his ambition. He sighs out his nose, some of the tension deflating from his frame.]
...Why did you come here, Silco? If Whitey truly was being a pest you could have just kicked him out.