[ Now he does truly wish they were having this conversation in person. He doesn’t think so, but if there’s any anger underneath Silco’s words, it would change Hugo’s mind on what to say. For example, to himself, he’s surprised again by just how similar they are. With the way Silco describes it, he can’t help but think of Lycaon.
Closer than brothers. Being abandoned when it was too inconvenient.
He sighs to himself, because he does understand, or he thinks he does. When you were that close, even if it was years and years ago, the sense of attachment only fades, never disappears. Even if all you feel is something bitter and negative. ]
I’m sorry, then. I would have stayed away if I knew.
[ It’s a genuine apology, and that’s rarer from Hugo than he’d like people to know. ]
I had a partner like that once too. Our parting may not have been as violent, but it was over a similar difference of ideals.
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Closer than brothers. Being abandoned when it was too inconvenient.
He sighs to himself, because he does understand, or he thinks he does. When you were that close, even if it was years and years ago, the sense of attachment only fades, never disappears. Even if all you feel is something bitter and negative. ]
I’m sorry, then. I would have stayed away if I knew.
[ It’s a genuine apology, and that’s rarer from Hugo than he’d like people to know. ]
I had a partner like that once too. Our parting may not have been as violent, but it was over a similar difference of ideals.
So, I know that betrayal. It’s unique.