[The Tower had truly been underwhelming experience for Richard himself that he didn't even think of looking for any signs of distress or alike in Silco. And he hadn't exactly heard anyone talk much about the events that happened there, almost as if it had been one, big collective dream.
But then there is the question of the house, which honestly suited him better, too. Richard casts his gaze down at Whitey as he mulls over his thoughts. The apartment, houses and other living quarters were very different from those from his own world... Just like everything else. It had taken him a week to learn properly how to walk through an automatic doors or figure out how to use light switch. It did bring him some anxiety to think that he would soon be all alone with these random gadgets and unnatural furniture.]
..I do not require much. Two bedrooms with separate areas for dining, kitchen and washing is enough.
[It was for the best no one was talking about it, and they could just move on from the trouble that it had caused. This was yet another sign that they were in some kind of purgatory, and they all likely deserved everything coming to them from the Council. After all, no one actually seemed to be obeying whatever rudimentary rules there were in this place.
Richard and Saralegui were the epitome of fish-out-of-water, but they did both seem to be handling it well enough. He hadn't seen any cries for assistance on the network. Of course, he couldn't guarantee either of them hadn't just buried the tablet.]
That isn't a complicated home then. That will be easy enough to have built for you. Do you want a shower and a bathtub or just one of those? [He was, after all, making mental notes.] And does your companion have specific needs inside or out of a property?
[Richard was a firm believer of doing things on his own and hated the idea of being dependent on someone else. Never in his life had he been given anything for free, having always to work himself double the amount anyone else. When he was still a mere child he had endlessly trained his small body so that he would be able to catch up with his brothers, filling his days with exercise, lessons in sword, archery and military tactics. All so that he could one day prove himself worthy of standing next to his father in battlefield. And once the age of boyhood had passed? Well, after that he had craved the power to himself through victories in war, and playing the social game of the court just right.
So, asking for help out in public like that went against the foundation of his own belief. That power was something you carved out for yourself, rather than wait for it to happen or to be given. Which is also why his opinion of the young king had faltered when he had seen him in the network. While the humility had been inspiring to some degree but the contract that the king had spoken of made Richard lose his belief in him. But then again, Saralegui wasn't like him. He was young and beautiful, shining that light which only of those with divine blessing could.]
You may think of me as one of the royals who sleep in their high castles, surrounded by gold and luxury. But the truth is that I do not require much. ['A hunter's cabin in middle of woods. Keeping you two safe from the rain.' A distant memory echoes in his mind. Mocking him with the moments of peace and tranquility that had been unknowingly to him been built on blood and betrayal.
Whitey seems to catch on the direction that Richard's thoughts were threatening to slip, and makes a small grunt to snap him out of it.]
I'm not one for luxuries. Just the standard will do. As for Whitey, he knows how to look after himself. All I want need is to provide him a warm place to sleep during the cold weather and rain.
[Silco was similar in that he preferred his independence and making his own way and creating his own opportunities. He had set himself up well and early in Aldrip, of course, and he had no reason to look back on how he had managed to get this far either. He kept his dealings tight because it was necessary, unlike in Zaun where he could buy certain people off to have them cover him as he acquired more and more. It was, of course, a survival tactic even if it put a target on his back at the same time.
He had relied on someone before and that betrayal still stung. Of course, the recent one was still fresh enough that he hadn't bothered to deal with it; a treacherous weak part of him had always known the answer to the question of who Jinx would choose in a contest and it was reiterated yet again. He still loved and would care for her, yet her silence towards him felt different. He didn't have Zaun to fall back on until she had forgiven him for one thing or another.
Maybe that was why he was out here in the first place. Richard seemed to have a relatively positive opinion of him, and their dealings had been such an oddity that it stole his attention when he was distracted from conquering Aldrip.]
I've met a few who call themselves royalty, and you do not behave as they do. [Well, a little. There was still the idea that Silco was some kind of unworthy mutt with dirty blood; he'd endured that since the day he was born. Richard had tamed the rhetoric down.] I imagine you'll need a place with peace and quiet to keep your witch from bothering you too much. Absolute quiet or blasting music are what my daughter tends to require.
[He looked at the pig again, and then he simply shrugged his shoulders. None of these requests were abnormal or even odd.] You can request a house built for you through the natives of Aldrip. [He listed off a name and the location to find this person.] More people will likely be coming soon, so I would advise putting in your request within the next week.
[The hand scratching Whitey's head stills as Silco makes the mention of the witch. His breathing stills for a moment and he can feel a cold wave washing over him, making his bones shiver. It still so disorienting to hear anyone address his curse so directly, without any fear or prejudice. He swallows air, keeping his eyes locked on the white fur of the pig and just hoping that Silco's bold words won't summon her. The day had been going so well so far...]
I met your daughter. [Richard says, drawing his hand away from Whitey. He grabs his bow again and stands back up. Meeting Jinx... had been interesting, let's say. The girl really did not resemble her father in anyway. Not in appearance or behavior. But then again. Richard himself had been different from rest of his family, dark sheep among the white lambs. And none of that had affected the deep bond that he shared with his father. Which he could only assume to be the same with this parent-child couple.]
How do you know when new people are going being summoned.
[He could watch the way that Richard reacted to casual mention of the witch, and he didn't find it unusual given how the younger man seemed to fear her presence. Jinx was the same, but he found the voices would be quieter when they were confronted openly and without fear. It was one of the few methods that calmed Jinx when she had first come to his care, and he wondered if Richard had ever had anyone ever simply accept this as what it was.
He raised his eyebrow at the mention of Richard having met Jinx. There was likely only one of two ways such an introduction could have gone, and depending on where it was, he could eliminate one instantly.] Did you? How badly did she interrogate you or insult you?
[Silco accepted Jinx as she was and defended much of her behavior. He understood that she was not for everyone's taste, and she could be... difficult to have a conversation with. Yet, a part of him was curious how Richard had experienced his only child.]
It seems to run on a cycle every two months thus far. New people will show up in seemingly random places. I washed up out of the ocean, and yet others appeared in the forest.
[Richard raises a matching eye brow at Silco and his lips curl up in amused grin. It is quite interesting that he didn't mince his words about her. Normally he'd hear fathers try to appeal to their children's more positive traits, to their wits and bravery if the child was a boy, and to their beauty and grace if it was girl.]
Neither, actually. [Jinx hadn't exactly been the most polite encounter, and she had certainly tried to get under his skin but she hadn't really posed as a threat to Richard. More than she had came across as a brat who lacked manners.] She merely seemed to be quite worried for you.
[So, there was a pattern to this world's workings? He supposes it only makes sense. Just like clear weather after a stormy night.]
Does that mean that people will be let out as well?
[He knew what Jinx was like on first encounters, and he had no reason to think anyone would appreciate her mannerisms as much as he did. She was perfect as she was in his eyes, though yes she did drive him mental at times. The fact that she wasn't on speaking terms with him currently did dull his enthusiasm for discussing an encounter, since he actually couldn't guarantee when she would decide to speak again.]
Did she? That isn't unusual normally. [He looked back at the target painted and shifted his shoulders, shaking his head a little.] Currently she is in a mood of not speaking to me, so I doubt you have to concern yourself with any possessive behavior for awhile.
[He cleared his throat as he moved to the far more impartial topic of conversation.]
No. There does not appear to be a rhythm or specific time frame to people leaving. They come every two months, but they leave on a whim at times.
[Huh... Richard has seen his own fair amount of troubled family life. Hell, his own had been rather stormy one between the three brothers. He also knew that there could be disagreements between sons and fathers, and sometimes even mother would shun her child -- like his had done. But to have disobedient daughter?
Yeah, no. That sounds just weird. It is daughter's role to be obedient and listen to their father -- at least until she's married off.]
You are her father. It is in your right to approach her despite her mood. [And as far as he knew, the same rules applied to even peasants. Daughters ought to respect the authority of their father.
Richard frowns at that explanation. Well, it would be too much to ask of sinners to redeem themselves that quickly. But yet, it did feel suspicious that people were to appear here on periodically like that and not when their sins out-weighted their good deeds.]
Hm. You must be pleased, then. It ought to bring you more customers and business opportunities.
[It was his right, was it? The corner of his lips tugged in a sardonic smile, finding no humour in the misconstrued idea. The people of Zaun - men and women - were supposed to be equals, and it was as much his duty to protect his daughter as it was his daughter's duty to protect him. It was not a concept he had entertained until Jinx, despite having used, spent and traded children for many years through gangs and mining operations. She had wormed her way in so fast he hadn't considered the implications of initially pledging to take her in as he had.
Both of their worlds had irrecably changed that night, and even through the tough times, he had respected her needs for space, her tantrums, her crawling into his lap to cuddle or babble about this or that. He knew the time to approach and the time to give her space; her sense of betrayal stung more as he found himself alone sorting through the traumas of a second death in less than a year.]
My subordinate taught me an important lesson about fathers and their daughters. She will come when she is ready. [Assuming she came back at all. The sister would perhaps be first choice, and he struggled to respect that notion.] Until then, I will continue as I have. The long hours don't bother me. [It was a hollow claim. He was building this empire for Jinx, despite knowing her temperament might not allow her to be a structured leader when he was gone.
...and assuming she didn't consider handing it to the sister. Oh the irony that would be.
So deep in his own thoughts that Silco didn't realize he was staring at the ground, an act of unawareness that would have likely cost him blood in Zaun. He jerked his head back up to regard Richard, and he grunted softly.]
There will always be opportunities if one knows how to look for them. This place hardly puts up a fight.
[Richard allows Silco to have his moment, waiting for the man to reply in silence. He obviously did not know the depths of the issues that were poisoning the blood between his companion's family, nor was he one to pry. But whatever it was, it clearly affected the man's mood. He supposes he could understand that. Especially if his bond to his daughter was anything like Richard's own with his father.
He hums quietly and moves past Whitey, taking a few steps closer to Silco.]
We all want best for our children. [He says, trying to reach for a sense of solidarity. Maybe even camaraderie of sorts with the way he looks up at the man's mismatched eyes. All while he knew that he wasn't exactly the person to say that. Not when he barely knew the boy whom he had claimed to be his own. Satisfied with leaving him to Anne's care, only reaping the benefits of having a child. A heir.
But yet.. He could not stop himself thinking back to that stormy night after George's orphaned children were left to his care, when Edward had came to him all scared and teary-eyed after being tormented by a nightmare.
Children do come to you when they are ready, huh. Guess there was some truth to it.]
[Normally he would stew on his thoughts alone in his office, and he definitely had been doing that the last few weeks too since his death and revival. The idea of doing that alone in his office had become almost as painful as the isolation of home, and he supposed that was one of the reasons that he had immediately followed the pig out to the forest. He was not the type to seek much in the way of companionship; Silco was a man he prided himself on being able to function with or without others.
His eyes followed Richard's movements, watching the distance between them close. They were not as close as they had sometimes come to be, not like at the Last Drop and not like the dark cave system. Still, the closer proximity did loosen a bit of tension to his shoulders, and he expected that was enough.]
No, not everyone does. Children are a burden we bear for the sake of the future. Some bear that well and others do not. I do want the best for her even when she couldn't care one way or another for herself. [He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his blue eye momentarily. That was enough now, he told himself. He could not expose too much weakness; someone would be in line to take advantage of it.] Children are our legacy, hmm? A reflection of our best and worst traits made whole for another generation.
[He inclined his head, meeting Richard's gaze and then his expression twisted to being slightly annoyed. It wasn't a reasonable reaction either. He knew it wouldn't be this easy forever or even long-term.]
It will, I agree. We must be prepared for that switch. I'm preparing to fight for my place here, even if I must bring this falsity to its knees... or carry it to completion my way.
[Your weakness is open and showing, Silco. However, it is not an unusual one. Parents are expected to love their children, and vice versa. It is rare when that condition isn't met and more of a sign of weakness in ones soul more than anything. Or a curse, like was the case with him and his mother. Bound by the curse of blood and flesh that was festering like an open wound in harsh heat of sun. The hatred and pain kept them tied together, despite both parties despairing over the damned bond.
But as far as Richard could tell Silco was opposite of that. Why else would he have called a child without a trace of his blood his own? He spoke truthfully about her darkness, but unlike Richard's mother there was no sign of condemn nor disgust. Just open understanding and....even pride? That's what a love must be like, Richard decided. A pure, unfiltered love.]
I do know of parent shunning their child. [His voice gains perhaps a little tighter tone when the words slip past his lips. Jane, the witch that had wrapped his King Brother around his brother, had told as much. That there were women who'd seek out to kill the baby inside their bodies. An ultimate crime against God.
Richard steps around Silco, moving back to take his position at the target practice. He draws the bow and with practiced carefulness, making the whole process look smooth and effortless.]
I wonder which traits your daughter is reflecting? [He takes aim, breathes in and releases. The arrow soars quickly through the air, landing right in middle of the painted target on tree.]
You have the work cut out for you. Tell me, how are you prepared to fight and defend your position here in case someone with similar interests and ambition arrives? A cunning devil with charisma and means to steal your goal.
[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.
[The wound left on his soul by his own complicated relationship to his parents was still fresh and painful, that Richard very much preferred to move away from the topic of unwanted parenthood and toxic bonds of family. Besides, he believes that Silco had already offered him more than enough information about himself and his daughter. Family, even when founded on love, did mean happiness. And it did seem to be partially true on the man's case.
Richard pulls out another arrow from the quiver strapped against his hip. He draws the bow again, takes an aim and releases the arrow, this time taking considerably less time than before.]
Hm. Quite fantasy you have there. [He says flatly and turns to look over his shoulder. The horrors of the torture Silco had just described did not really impress him that much, having grown up hearing the terrors happening inside the dark depths of London Tower. If anything, his people were rather creative when it came to coming up ways to inflict pain on convicts, prolonging their suffering before miserable death. But there is something almost funny in how Silco just jumped on the violence with his answer. It reminded Richard a little of himself during his youth. Hot headed, only interested in spilling the blood left and right in order to spread glory of York.]
But unfortunately, rather dangerous approach. At the end of War of Roses me and my brothers had captured Henry Sixth, the ruling Lancaster King. His existence was clear danger to my brother's claim on throne and we we're left with dilemma what to do? If we killed the man it would not inspire trust nor loyalty on the new king, painting him as nothing but a violent usurper. [And yet, the solution to their situation had been an assassination. Ugly and hushed business, one that would be fatal to their reputation if it ever became public knowledge.]
Peasants can fight. And they will rebel and look to replace the false king with one they deem worthy, given a chance. It would be unwise of you to make yourself one.
[He was used to being disparaged for his ideas, fantasy or otherwise. History thus far had provided him the ego to know when he was right even if it didn't require the utmost of creativity. There was a point and a purpose, and while he had contingencies on what to do should someone with ambition arrive here - it was inevitable - his main concern was circumventing the Council and Jerry to expand his reach as far and wide as he could. They were the ones most at risk of interfering with him.
The Chosen were a mostly gamely lot that fought each other when push came to shove. They all had competing pathetic interests.
He was certain that no one in this place actually considered what he was capable of. Akechi actually might, but the hatred in the man blinded him from being too much of a real threat. Vi might have warned people about what he was capable of, but even she under-represented what he could do, what he had done, and what he was willing to do. Silco was being downright pleasant here, and sometimes it went against the grain of everything he was.]
Such a dilemma. Whatever to do with such a person... [Make them disappear. Create a narrative the people would accept or at least be too scared or indifferent to question.]
I wasn't seeking advice. [He replied coldly, his blue eye narrowing dangerously.] It may be unwise for you to look down your nose at the peasant. [Him.] I've told you what you need to know about finding accommodation.
[Anger stirred and while he had a firm grip of his temper so it would spill over, he lost the appeal of being out here. It was necessary for creating alliances, but in the end, it was best to keep things to business. Thankfully the bruises on his throat were little more than a dull yellowing, but he was still keenly aware of them. His collar and tie hide almost all of them. They reminded him that he had much work to do.]
[The tension around them has shifted, turning from previous casualness into something more tight and reserved. And like always, leave it to Whitey the Boar to pick up the subtle changes first before his master. Whitey had been sniffing on the grass and poking the dirt with his pink snout, perhaps in hopes of finding some hidden food and what not. And once the anger slips into Silco's words the pig reacts almost immediately, raising his head from the ground and letting out a nervous squeal. After that Whitey runs off, hiding somewhere in the bushes nearby as if fearing that something was going to happen.
Richard, in return, turned his attention briefly away from his practice to watch as Whitey disappeared behind the green leaves. Figures, he thinks to himself and turns his eyes back at Silco.]
I am not. The power of a king is measured by his people. They have power to take down those who they claim unworthy. [The irritation and displeasure were evident in Silco's voice and posture. Although Richard couldn't quite picture why. As far as he's concerned he's spoken no ill of those born into lesser ranks than what his own, having first hand experience in just how much power they possessed. At the end his ultimate opponent had been the hearts of peasants and his future subjects. If he could not make them believe that he was benevolent and just there would only had been another uprising as he sought to claim the throne.] And without God in this forsaken land I do not see much difference between us. We are all nothing but sinners.
[Richard had sinned, gravely so, and flown too close to the sun. Only to have his wings torn off and thrown into this unknown, bizarre land of purgatory. It's something he believed that bound him, Silco and everyone else present together.] Take it, whether you seek for my council or not. As a friendly advice from one that is interested to see how will you use that power to shape this land into your image.
[Silco's eyes also moved to the pig when the creature squealed and headed for the underbrush. That two-hundred pound beast outweighed him and could very likely gore them both, and yet, it apparently felt the urge to run for hills. Well, that made him feel a momentary sense of gratification before it was wiped clear with his previous mood returning.]
How would you know? You aren't a king. [He had seen the man called a Duke, though how the hierarchy worked where Richard was from he didn't know. He had been treated as an inconvenience at best and an object to be hated, used and abused by those in the Uppercity when they wanted some fun. It was true that such treatment created revolutionaries, and he had all been about taking heads and instilling fear in those with power over them to force change.
But he'd been smarter than that. He had learned early that he had to have something more. Hextech had forced him to change his plans from all out war to a slow, insidious gathering of power to force change.]
Even with God or whoever you worship, we are all sinners. Sinning is what we were made to do, and being made to feel guilty for enjoying our nature is the greatest lie they will tie you up in.
[Silco wasn't interested in changing who he was, and he wasn't in the mood for advice. It was hard enough not being in his head being reminded of how he had ended up here in the first place.] Is that what it is about? Friendship? [He scoffed at the idea; he didn't have friends.] I don't care to shape it in my image; I'm not doing it for me.
[It might not matter in the end, of course. Perhaps this world along with their own should just burn.]
[The remark came out as a jab, maybe more than what Silco had originally intended. After all, the older man was not aware of true nature of Richard's ambitions and just what he had been doing in his world before arriving here. To knock down the divine and just, and place a demon on a throne. And he had came so close to achieve it. Coronation date set, people's favor obtained and all enemies defeated. But guess God was really determined from keeping him away from becoming a king and banish him from the paradise.]
No. But I am still a subject, aren't I? [The tone in his voice drops down a few notches down to the colder. He then turns around to shoot another arrow. Though, this time he does so more hastily, missing the mark just barely. Seems like the irritation in the air is contagious kind.] Call it whatever you want. [He scoffs back, taking out yet another arrow. He still has couple left to shoot. Richard wouldn't call them friends either. Acquaintances maybe? Allies of sorts? Who knows. But not friends.
He places arrow on its place and draws the bow. But before releasing the arrow he decides to go for it:] What are you angry about?
Perhaps. But you stand next to the seat of power, could probably warm it when your brother is indulging in his vices. [He had no doubt that Richard provided valuable contributions to the ruling bloodline, evidenced here by the fact that the younger man was out here practicing skills that Aldrip likely wouldn't put to use as readily as a King might.] You are to the peasants what God is to you perhaps, watching the scuttle of life below from an ivory tower.
[He noted the change in tone, and for all that they had had some positivity bizarre interactions compared to other people he met with, Silco was not upset to decrease the temperature in Richard's voice. If he was going to walk this path alone, he'd burn the forest around him his own way. Allies, perhaps, but even they needed to have that fear in them to not cross him. That's what this place was missing.
Yet, he stopped himself from simply walking away when it seemed the conversation had devolved when he was called out. Slowly, he turned his head to regard Richard standing with that bow ready to let fly. He realized that he was angry. Still in control but angry to cover over the complex emotions twisting him up internally. There were a rare few that would dare to nudge him: Sevika, the Doctor and neither of them here.]
A personal matter. [He stated it like he was talking about the weather, off-hand as he reigned himself in. Then he stood in silence and considered the value of divulging. No one had asked him that - maybe too scared to - and the one person who he had as a support walked out on him when he had needed her most.] I was killed in the Tower. My ally has ceased communication with me over the incident.
[The very, very abridged version of the nuanced complexities of decades of history crammed into a small iota of time. He lifted a hand and pulled down the collar of his shirt and tie to reveal more of the yellow bruising as the last indications of his throttling.]
[At first Richard believes the root of Silco's ire to be just that. Frustration over the differences of class and how being born in different societies has treated them. A ridiculous thing to get angry about, Richard thinks. Peasants are peasants, lords are lords. Both have essential part in creating a balance in world, there was no need to be upset about such fact. And besides. Had they not already admitted to one another, at least in some manner, that they were nothing but monsters seeking to destroy that balance.
Well, whatever. If Silco truly was that thin skinned that he grew antsy over a simple fact of life then it was his loss.
He shoots the arrow through the air, aiming it on the target painted higher on the tree. And sure enough, it lands where it's supposed to. Only two more targets left. He makes a quiet "hm"-sound as a sign that he's indeed listening. Richard monetarily lowers his bow to take out another arrow, looking back at Silco mean time---
--Ah. That must have hurt, is the first thing he thinks as he lays his eyes down on the healing bruises around the man's neck and throat. Such unpleasant and painful way to go.
For a moment Richard doesn't say anything and just stares while keeping his facial expressions neutral. It's less the injury that has him nailed to the spot but the fact that Silco had truly died and came back. A dark resurrection back to their punishment. He had known the fact but it still was different to witness it.
Then, staying true to his fashion and continuing the odd tradition of their relationship, Richard moves closer and closes the gap between them so that he could reach with his free hand to place fingers over Silco's, carefully pulling the collar even further. The Tower had been a place of trials and tribulations. There was winners and losers...]
[He could deal with the insinuation or overt discussion of his lack of birthright in most cases, though he wasn't above bringing a high born low either. They had their uses and much like the Undercity, they all had their price. It was a matter of discovering what sort of illicit activities they wanted and needed and providing an avenue. He didn't want a crown, didn't want to be king, and he certainly didn't normally care about receiving advice.
However, he was tired from a chronic lack of sleep, perhaps made worse by a diet of cigars and whiskey. He was continuing on in a way with business as usual on the outside, but he'd let the mask slip here.
He'd also definitely undersold the 'ally' portion of the tale of his death. After all, Jinx was his world, especially here, and he was building an empire to pass down to her whether she continued with its productivity or burned it to the ground. Certainly, he took pleasure in it, but Jinx having such a strong revulsion to his death - and he assumed the sister had actually died too but hadn't confirmed - had left a big hole where his attention and focus normally was. It wasn't as if he had friends, allies or even many enemies here; he was playing it safe because this place provided him an avenue to get what he wanted without the usual tactics.
He had reports of Jinx's activities, of course. She might not be speaking to him, but he made himself available and kept tabs on her. If this was a longer-than-usual-silent-treatment, he hadn't decided how he was going to focus himself. Currently, he apparently was out here watching Richard plug arrows into a tree. Better than contemplating both the trauma he was still grappling with and the temporary loss of his daughter.
He tugged the collar of his shirt back up over most of the bruising; he wondered if everyone showed injuries when they returned or if it was the place's special reminder to him alone. His attention shifted as the younger man approached as he straightened his tie again, pausing when he felt the warmth of Richard's fingers on his own nor how his collar was drawn back down.]
Is dying ever worth it? The only bright spot was making her pay with her own life. [He assumed.] I would have gone far in that tower if not for that one occupant. It's a moot point. I died and I still have the same question in my head: have I had enough?
["Victory or honorable death." That is the motto that Richard and others had stood behind during the War of Roses. Despite having gained more insight and grown out of naive fantasies of glory, he still believed that there were some things that were worthy enough for one to gamble their lives. Just like crown had been for Richard. He was very painfully aware that all it took was one small mistake and his body would find its way to the flames of stake, tortured and beaten.
Richard does not dare to extend his fingers to touch the skin in front of him. Instead settles with just observing the discoloration of the bruises marring the delicate area with keen eyes.]
Scars and bruises are lessons carved on our bodies. [He says, echoing Silco's own words from their prior meeting. Richard doesn't know the details of the circumstances or just what had went down in the tower, but he does feel like whatever it had been has brought Silco to crossroads of sorts. What was the lesson that this recent trauma left on the man. And was it enough to make him quit or would he continue.
Time to see just how strong and the monster truly was.]
[Silco did believe that there was a lesson to be learned from his death, even if it was the verify all those rumours about death not having permanence here for some. Perhaps in the Tower for him, but he knew the sister had returned as well so the pair of them had shown that this place hadn't seen fit to be rid of them at the moment, even if it had been an outward fear of Jinx's. In time, he would even come to understand more of the situation because of this he was certain of it.
He snorted softly when his words were about-faced on him, and he nodded his head slightly to acknowledge them.] And so they are. These will fade with time, but I will always remember the feel of those fingers around my throat and how consciousness was stolen from me. [He had fought, of course, and in a sense, he had also won that contest of tempers between them on some level. Even if she didn't die, she would be horribly injured and requiring extensive recovery.
He regarded Richard for a long quiet moment at the question, and at the end of it, he lifted a hand so he could use two fingers to tuck the ruff of dark hair back behind the younger man's ear.] If I have reached the end of my strength, then I have no point of being here. Retirement where I'm from is a permanent cessation. There is much for me to do, even if the one I am doing it for will punish me for as long as she sees fit.
[There is no reaction from him when the fingers reach out to brush his hair. The golden eye stares back the damaged red one in silence, listening to the words. A small smile appears on his lips. Silco is right, there is no stopping for men like them. Not as long as the breath runs in their lungs.]
Body and mind will remember. [He says in agreement and raises his other hand to place on top of Silco's fingers, the leather of glove concealing the ugly burnt underneath it. A small sign of comradery. ]
And what do you get out from doing this for her? Love? Gratitude? Salvation?
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Date: 2024-06-19 11:08 pm (UTC)But then there is the question of the house, which honestly suited him better, too. Richard casts his gaze down at Whitey as he mulls over his thoughts. The apartment, houses and other living quarters were very different from those from his own world... Just like everything else. It had taken him a week to learn properly how to walk through an automatic doors or figure out how to use light switch. It did bring him some anxiety to think that he would soon be all alone with these random gadgets and unnatural furniture.]
..I do not require much. Two bedrooms with separate areas for dining, kitchen and washing is enough.
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Date: 2024-06-19 11:14 pm (UTC)Richard and Saralegui were the epitome of fish-out-of-water, but they did both seem to be handling it well enough. He hadn't seen any cries for assistance on the network. Of course, he couldn't guarantee either of them hadn't just buried the tablet.]
That isn't a complicated home then. That will be easy enough to have built for you. Do you want a shower and a bathtub or just one of those? [He was, after all, making mental notes.] And does your companion have specific needs inside or out of a property?
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Date: 2024-06-20 10:20 am (UTC)So, asking for help out in public like that went against the foundation of his own belief. That power was something you carved out for yourself, rather than wait for it to happen or to be given. Which is also why his opinion of the young king had faltered when he had seen him in the network. While the humility had been inspiring to some degree but the contract that the king had spoken of made Richard lose his belief in him. But then again, Saralegui wasn't like him. He was young and beautiful, shining that light which only of those with divine blessing could.]
You may think of me as one of the royals who sleep in their high castles, surrounded by gold and luxury. But the truth is that I do not require much. ['A hunter's cabin in middle of woods. Keeping you two safe from the rain.' A distant memory echoes in his mind. Mocking him with the moments of peace and tranquility that had been unknowingly to him been built on blood and betrayal.
Whitey seems to catch on the direction that Richard's thoughts were threatening to slip, and makes a small grunt to snap him out of it.]
I'm not one for luxuries. Just the standard will do. As for Whitey, he knows how to look after himself. All I want need is to provide him a warm place to sleep during the cold weather and rain.
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Date: 2024-06-20 12:00 pm (UTC)He had relied on someone before and that betrayal still stung. Of course, the recent one was still fresh enough that he hadn't bothered to deal with it; a treacherous weak part of him had always known the answer to the question of who Jinx would choose in a contest and it was reiterated yet again. He still loved and would care for her, yet her silence towards him felt different. He didn't have Zaun to fall back on until she had forgiven him for one thing or another.
Maybe that was why he was out here in the first place. Richard seemed to have a relatively positive opinion of him, and their dealings had been such an oddity that it stole his attention when he was distracted from conquering Aldrip.]
I've met a few who call themselves royalty, and you do not behave as they do. [Well, a little. There was still the idea that Silco was some kind of unworthy mutt with dirty blood; he'd endured that since the day he was born. Richard had tamed the rhetoric down.] I imagine you'll need a place with peace and quiet to keep your witch from bothering you too much. Absolute quiet or blasting music are what my daughter tends to require.
[He looked at the pig again, and then he simply shrugged his shoulders. None of these requests were abnormal or even odd.] You can request a house built for you through the natives of Aldrip. [He listed off a name and the location to find this person.] More people will likely be coming soon, so I would advise putting in your request within the next week.
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Date: 2024-06-22 06:18 pm (UTC)I met your daughter. [Richard says, drawing his hand away from Whitey. He grabs his bow again and stands back up. Meeting Jinx... had been interesting, let's say. The girl really did not resemble her father in anyway. Not in appearance or behavior. But then again. Richard himself had been different from rest of his family, dark sheep among the white lambs. And none of that had affected the deep bond that he shared with his father. Which he could only assume to be the same with this parent-child couple.]
How do you know when new people are going being summoned.
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Date: 2024-06-22 06:31 pm (UTC)He raised his eyebrow at the mention of Richard having met Jinx. There was likely only one of two ways such an introduction could have gone, and depending on where it was, he could eliminate one instantly.] Did you? How badly did she interrogate you or insult you?
[Silco accepted Jinx as she was and defended much of her behavior. He understood that she was not for everyone's taste, and she could be... difficult to have a conversation with. Yet, a part of him was curious how Richard had experienced his only child.]
It seems to run on a cycle every two months thus far. New people will show up in seemingly random places. I washed up out of the ocean, and yet others appeared in the forest.
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Date: 2024-06-22 08:08 pm (UTC)Neither, actually. [Jinx hadn't exactly been the most polite encounter, and she had certainly tried to get under his skin but she hadn't really posed as a threat to Richard. More than she had came across as a brat who lacked manners.] She merely seemed to be quite worried for you.
[So, there was a pattern to this world's workings? He supposes it only makes sense. Just like clear weather after a stormy night.]
Does that mean that people will be let out as well?
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Date: 2024-06-22 08:24 pm (UTC)Did she? That isn't unusual normally. [He looked back at the target painted and shifted his shoulders, shaking his head a little.] Currently she is in a mood of not speaking to me, so I doubt you have to concern yourself with any possessive behavior for awhile.
[He cleared his throat as he moved to the far more impartial topic of conversation.]
No. There does not appear to be a rhythm or specific time frame to people leaving. They come every two months, but they leave on a whim at times.
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Date: 2024-06-22 10:43 pm (UTC)Yeah, no. That sounds just weird. It is daughter's role to be obedient and listen to their father -- at least until she's married off.]
You are her father. It is in your right to approach her despite her mood. [And as far as he knew, the same rules applied to even peasants. Daughters ought to respect the authority of their father.
Richard frowns at that explanation. Well, it would be too much to ask of sinners to redeem themselves that quickly. But yet, it did feel suspicious that people were to appear here on periodically like that and not when their sins out-weighted their good deeds.]
Hm. You must be pleased, then. It ought to bring you more customers and business opportunities.
cw: mention of child labour and child trafficking
Date: 2024-06-22 10:58 pm (UTC)Both of their worlds had irrecably changed that night, and even through the tough times, he had respected her needs for space, her tantrums, her crawling into his lap to cuddle or babble about this or that. He knew the time to approach and the time to give her space; her sense of betrayal stung more as he found himself alone sorting through the traumas of a second death in less than a year.]
My subordinate taught me an important lesson about fathers and their daughters. She will come when she is ready. [Assuming she came back at all. The sister would perhaps be first choice, and he struggled to respect that notion.] Until then, I will continue as I have. The long hours don't bother me. [It was a hollow claim. He was building this empire for Jinx, despite knowing her temperament might not allow her to be a structured leader when he was gone.
...and assuming she didn't consider handing it to the sister. Oh the irony that would be.
So deep in his own thoughts that Silco didn't realize he was staring at the ground, an act of unawareness that would have likely cost him blood in Zaun. He jerked his head back up to regard Richard, and he grunted softly.]
There will always be opportunities if one knows how to look for them. This place hardly puts up a fight.
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Date: 2024-06-23 12:02 am (UTC)He hums quietly and moves past Whitey, taking a few steps closer to Silco.]
We all want best for our children. [He says, trying to reach for a sense of solidarity. Maybe even camaraderie of sorts with the way he looks up at the man's mismatched eyes. All while he knew that he wasn't exactly the person to say that. Not when he barely knew the boy whom he had claimed to be his own. Satisfied with leaving him to Anne's care, only reaping the benefits of having a child. A heir.
But yet.. He could not stop himself thinking back to that stormy night after George's orphaned children were left to his care, when Edward had came to him all scared and teary-eyed after being tormented by a nightmare.
Children do come to you when they are ready, huh. Guess there was some truth to it.]
For now it doesn't.
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Date: 2024-06-23 12:24 am (UTC)His eyes followed Richard's movements, watching the distance between them close. They were not as close as they had sometimes come to be, not like at the Last Drop and not like the dark cave system. Still, the closer proximity did loosen a bit of tension to his shoulders, and he expected that was enough.]
No, not everyone does. Children are a burden we bear for the sake of the future. Some bear that well and others do not. I do want the best for her even when she couldn't care one way or another for herself. [He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his blue eye momentarily. That was enough now, he told himself. He could not expose too much weakness; someone would be in line to take advantage of it.] Children are our legacy, hmm? A reflection of our best and worst traits made whole for another generation.
[He inclined his head, meeting Richard's gaze and then his expression twisted to being slightly annoyed. It wasn't a reasonable reaction either. He knew it wouldn't be this easy forever or even long-term.]
It will, I agree. We must be prepared for that switch. I'm preparing to fight for my place here, even if I must bring this falsity to its knees... or carry it to completion my way.
Cw: mention of child death & abortion
Date: 2024-06-23 11:14 pm (UTC)But as far as Richard could tell Silco was opposite of that. Why else would he have called a child without a trace of his blood his own? He spoke truthfully about her darkness, but unlike Richard's mother there was no sign of condemn nor disgust. Just open understanding and....even pride? That's what a love must be like, Richard decided. A pure, unfiltered love.]
I do know of parent shunning their child. [His voice gains perhaps a little tighter tone when the words slip past his lips. Jane, the witch that had wrapped his King Brother around his brother, had told as much. That there were women who'd seek out to kill the baby inside their bodies. An ultimate crime against God.
Richard steps around Silco, moving back to take his position at the target practice. He draws the bow and with practiced carefulness, making the whole process look smooth and effortless.]
I wonder which traits your daughter is reflecting? [He takes aim, breathes in and releases. The arrow soars quickly through the air, landing right in middle of the painted target on tree.]
You have the work cut out for you. Tell me, how are you prepared to fight and defend your position here in case someone with similar interests and ambition arrives? A cunning devil with charisma and means to steal your goal.
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.
just cw for everything tbh...
Date: 2024-06-24 11:55 am (UTC)Richard pulls out another arrow from the quiver strapped against his hip. He draws the bow again, takes an aim and releases the arrow, this time taking considerably less time than before.]
Hm. Quite fantasy you have there. [He says flatly and turns to look over his shoulder. The horrors of the torture Silco had just described did not really impress him that much, having grown up hearing the terrors happening inside the dark depths of London Tower. If anything, his people were rather creative when it came to coming up ways to inflict pain on convicts, prolonging their suffering before miserable death. But there is something almost funny in how Silco just jumped on the violence with his answer. It reminded Richard a little of himself during his youth. Hot headed, only interested in spilling the blood left and right in order to spread glory of York.]
But unfortunately, rather dangerous approach. At the end of War of Roses me and my brothers had captured Henry Sixth, the ruling Lancaster King. His existence was clear danger to my brother's claim on throne and we we're left with dilemma what to do? If we killed the man it would not inspire trust nor loyalty on the new king, painting him as nothing but a violent usurper. [And yet, the solution to their situation had been an assassination. Ugly and hushed business, one that would be fatal to their reputation if it ever became public knowledge.]
Peasants can fight. And they will rebel and look to replace the false king with one they deem worthy, given a chance. It would be unwise of you to make yourself one.
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Date: 2024-06-24 01:06 pm (UTC)The Chosen were a mostly gamely lot that fought each other when push came to shove. They all had competing pathetic interests.
He was certain that no one in this place actually considered what he was capable of. Akechi actually might, but the hatred in the man blinded him from being too much of a real threat. Vi might have warned people about what he was capable of, but even she under-represented what he could do, what he had done, and what he was willing to do. Silco was being downright pleasant here, and sometimes it went against the grain of everything he was.]
Such a dilemma. Whatever to do with such a person... [Make them disappear. Create a narrative the people would accept or at least be too scared or indifferent to question.]
I wasn't seeking advice. [He replied coldly, his blue eye narrowing dangerously.] It may be unwise for you to look down your nose at the peasant. [Him.] I've told you what you need to know about finding accommodation.
[Anger stirred and while he had a firm grip of his temper so it would spill over, he lost the appeal of being out here. It was necessary for creating alliances, but in the end, it was best to keep things to business. Thankfully the bruises on his throat were little more than a dull yellowing, but he was still keenly aware of them. His collar and tie hide almost all of them. They reminded him that he had much work to do.]
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Date: 2024-06-25 01:24 am (UTC)Richard, in return, turned his attention briefly away from his practice to watch as Whitey disappeared behind the green leaves. Figures, he thinks to himself and turns his eyes back at Silco.]
I am not. The power of a king is measured by his people. They have power to take down those who they claim unworthy. [The irritation and displeasure were evident in Silco's voice and posture. Although Richard couldn't quite picture why. As far as he's concerned he's spoken no ill of those born into lesser ranks than what his own, having first hand experience in just how much power they possessed. At the end his ultimate opponent had been the hearts of peasants and his future subjects. If he could not make them believe that he was benevolent and just there would only had been another uprising as he sought to claim the throne.] And without God in this forsaken land I do not see much difference between us. We are all nothing but sinners.
[Richard had sinned, gravely so, and flown too close to the sun. Only to have his wings torn off and thrown into this unknown, bizarre land of purgatory. It's something he believed that bound him, Silco and everyone else present together.] Take it, whether you seek for my council or not. As a friendly advice from one that is interested to see how will you use that power to shape this land into your image.
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Date: 2024-06-25 03:02 am (UTC)How would you know? You aren't a king. [He had seen the man called a Duke, though how the hierarchy worked where Richard was from he didn't know. He had been treated as an inconvenience at best and an object to be hated, used and abused by those in the Uppercity when they wanted some fun. It was true that such treatment created revolutionaries, and he had all been about taking heads and instilling fear in those with power over them to force change.
But he'd been smarter than that. He had learned early that he had to have something more. Hextech had forced him to change his plans from all out war to a slow, insidious gathering of power to force change.]
Even with God or whoever you worship, we are all sinners. Sinning is what we were made to do, and being made to feel guilty for enjoying our nature is the greatest lie they will tie you up in.
[Silco wasn't interested in changing who he was, and he wasn't in the mood for advice. It was hard enough not being in his head being reminded of how he had ended up here in the first place.] Is that what it is about? Friendship? [He scoffed at the idea; he didn't have friends.] I don't care to shape it in my image; I'm not doing it for me.
[It might not matter in the end, of course. Perhaps this world along with their own should just burn.]
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Date: 2024-06-26 09:28 am (UTC)No. But I am still a subject, aren't I? [The tone in his voice drops down a few notches down to the colder. He then turns around to shoot another arrow. Though, this time he does so more hastily, missing the mark just barely. Seems like the irritation in the air is contagious kind.] Call it whatever you want. [He scoffs back, taking out yet another arrow. He still has couple left to shoot. Richard wouldn't call them friends either. Acquaintances maybe? Allies of sorts? Who knows. But not friends.
He places arrow on its place and draws the bow. But before releasing the arrow he decides to go for it:] What are you angry about?
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Date: 2024-06-26 01:09 pm (UTC)[He noted the change in tone, and for all that they had had some positivity bizarre interactions compared to other people he met with, Silco was not upset to decrease the temperature in Richard's voice. If he was going to walk this path alone, he'd burn the forest around him his own way. Allies, perhaps, but even they needed to have that fear in them to not cross him. That's what this place was missing.
Yet, he stopped himself from simply walking away when it seemed the conversation had devolved when he was called out. Slowly, he turned his head to regard Richard standing with that bow ready to let fly. He realized that he was angry. Still in control but angry to cover over the complex emotions twisting him up internally. There were a rare few that would dare to nudge him: Sevika, the Doctor and neither of them here.]
A personal matter. [He stated it like he was talking about the weather, off-hand as he reigned himself in. Then he stood in silence and considered the value of divulging. No one had asked him that - maybe too scared to - and the one person who he had as a support walked out on him when he had needed her most.] I was killed in the Tower. My ally has ceased communication with me over the incident.
[The very, very abridged version of the nuanced complexities of decades of history crammed into a small iota of time. He lifted a hand and pulled down the collar of his shirt and tie to reveal more of the yellow bruising as the last indications of his throttling.]
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Date: 2024-06-26 10:36 pm (UTC)Well, whatever. If Silco truly was that thin skinned that he grew antsy over a simple fact of life then it was his loss.
He shoots the arrow through the air, aiming it on the target painted higher on the tree. And sure enough, it lands where it's supposed to. Only two more targets left. He makes a quiet "hm"-sound as a sign that he's indeed listening. Richard monetarily lowers his bow to take out another arrow, looking back at Silco mean time---
--Ah. That must have hurt, is the first thing he thinks as he lays his eyes down on the healing bruises around the man's neck and throat. Such unpleasant and painful way to go.
For a moment Richard doesn't say anything and just stares while keeping his facial expressions neutral. It's less the injury that has him nailed to the spot but the fact that Silco had truly died and came back. A dark resurrection back to their punishment. He had known the fact but it still was different to witness it.
Then, staying true to his fashion and continuing the odd tradition of their relationship, Richard moves closer and closes the gap between them so that he could reach with his free hand to place fingers over Silco's, carefully pulling the collar even further. The Tower had been a place of trials and tribulations. There was winners and losers...]
Was the price worth it?
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Date: 2024-06-27 03:22 am (UTC)However, he was tired from a chronic lack of sleep, perhaps made worse by a diet of cigars and whiskey. He was continuing on in a way with business as usual on the outside, but he'd let the mask slip here.
He'd also definitely undersold the 'ally' portion of the tale of his death. After all, Jinx was his world, especially here, and he was building an empire to pass down to her whether she continued with its productivity or burned it to the ground. Certainly, he took pleasure in it, but Jinx having such a strong revulsion to his death - and he assumed the sister had actually died too but hadn't confirmed - had left a big hole where his attention and focus normally was. It wasn't as if he had friends, allies or even many enemies here; he was playing it safe because this place provided him an avenue to get what he wanted without the usual tactics.
He had reports of Jinx's activities, of course. She might not be speaking to him, but he made himself available and kept tabs on her. If this was a longer-than-usual-silent-treatment, he hadn't decided how he was going to focus himself. Currently, he apparently was out here watching Richard plug arrows into a tree. Better than contemplating both the trauma he was still grappling with and the temporary loss of his daughter.
He tugged the collar of his shirt back up over most of the bruising; he wondered if everyone showed injuries when they returned or if it was the place's special reminder to him alone. His attention shifted as the younger man approached as he straightened his tie again, pausing when he felt the warmth of Richard's fingers on his own nor how his collar was drawn back down.]
Is dying ever worth it? The only bright spot was making her pay with her own life. [He assumed.] I would have gone far in that tower if not for that one occupant. It's a moot point. I died and I still have the same question in my head: have I had enough?
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Date: 2024-06-29 10:06 am (UTC)Richard does not dare to extend his fingers to touch the skin in front of him. Instead settles with just observing the discoloration of the bruises marring the delicate area with keen eyes.]
Scars and bruises are lessons carved on our bodies. [He says, echoing Silco's own words from their prior meeting. Richard doesn't know the details of the circumstances or just what had went down in the tower, but he does feel like whatever it had been has brought Silco to crossroads of sorts. What was the lesson that this recent trauma left on the man. And was it enough to make him quit or would he continue.
Time to see just how strong and the monster truly was.]
And if you have what is the alternative for you?
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Date: 2024-06-29 03:48 pm (UTC)He snorted softly when his words were about-faced on him, and he nodded his head slightly to acknowledge them.] And so they are. These will fade with time, but I will always remember the feel of those fingers around my throat and how consciousness was stolen from me. [He had fought, of course, and in a sense, he had also won that contest of tempers between them on some level. Even if she didn't die, she would be horribly injured and requiring extensive recovery.
He regarded Richard for a long quiet moment at the question, and at the end of it, he lifted a hand so he could use two fingers to tuck the ruff of dark hair back behind the younger man's ear.] If I have reached the end of my strength, then I have no point of being here. Retirement where I'm from is a permanent cessation. There is much for me to do, even if the one I am doing it for will punish me for as long as she sees fit.
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Date: 2024-06-29 04:59 pm (UTC)Body and mind will remember. [He says in agreement and raises his other hand to place on top of Silco's fingers, the leather of glove concealing the ugly burnt underneath it. A small sign of comradery. ]
And what do you get out from doing this for her? Love? Gratitude? Salvation?
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