[ An eye closes. He doesn't get into it. Again. How many times has he already said to others, how sympathy, kindness, these are all impulses to make the other person feel better. "Sorry" is a balm that fades within minutes. He wants change. He wants something different.
Sorry is what topsiders say when they drift down to the undercity, before they go back to warm homes and full bellies.
Silco doesn't want it, because it isn't anything. This is where they differ, his own personal dark abyss the thing that swallows him. It already did, and now it's spit him out like he's a sharp barb ready to latch onto the world and make it all suffer for what it did. ]
I do not trust her, but she is a capable speaker. A politician holds some measure of influence, even in a foreign land, as I am sure that you have picked up on.
She also feels "guilt". What measure, and how genuine it is, remains to be seen. She looked away for over a decade, until something happened that forced her to confront our existence.
[ His daughter. His perfect, brave, violent daughter. She would take up the mantle, she would do it. She was his daughter. She'd blown them up. She used the weapon.
He's so, incredibly proud.
He wants to hold her, and tell her she did good.
He has to go back. ]
This is a careful structure. I intend to use her. Just as she, I am sure, intends to use me. Perhaps, eventually, we will see who wins out, when she inevitably betrays me.
[ Interestingly, he does not say himself. Silco will hold to his deals. The letter of it. He will worm his way around, but he will hold to it ]
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[ An eye closes. He doesn't get into it. Again. How many times has he already said to others, how sympathy, kindness, these are all impulses to make the other person feel better. "Sorry" is a balm that fades within minutes. He wants change. He wants something different.
Sorry is what topsiders say when they drift down to the undercity, before they go back to warm homes and full bellies.
Silco doesn't want it, because it isn't anything. This is where they differ, his own personal dark abyss the thing that swallows him. It already did, and now it's spit him out like he's a sharp barb ready to latch onto the world and make it all suffer for what it did. ]
I do not trust her, but she is a capable speaker. A politician holds some measure of influence, even in a foreign land, as I am sure that you have picked up on.
She also feels "guilt". What measure, and how genuine it is, remains to be seen. She looked away for over a decade, until something happened that forced her to confront our existence.
[ His daughter. His perfect, brave, violent daughter. She would take up the mantle, she would do it. She was his daughter. She'd blown them up. She used the weapon.
He's so, incredibly proud.
He wants to hold her, and tell her she did good.
He has to go back. ]
This is a careful structure. I intend to use her. Just as she, I am sure, intends to use me. Perhaps, eventually, we will see who wins out, when she inevitably betrays me.
[ Interestingly, he does not say himself. Silco will hold to his deals. The letter of it. He will worm his way around, but he will hold to it ]