[ ...Huh. It's uncanny, then. In all fairness, she is also a bastard, born from her mother's affair with someone she has never met (or so she believes). She doesn't know her father's name or his voice, and while she has ever had Azizi to treat her as a daughter — even to the extent that she would never guess her own origins — the reality still sticks in her ribs sometimes. It's a refrain she'll keep for another time. Hugo's story is more important, but she resonates with it.
Ruthlessness. To be a whetstone, to be the carving point. She understands it. And now she starts to see a different sort of tangled web. Does Silco understand he's imprinted on two people who have walked parallel paths at one point? He'd likely detest the thought. ]
You understand it better than others do. I have no love of violence and I have been away from what little is left of my family for many years now. It shapes me, still, both the bloodshed and the tangled knot of blood ties. And so it makes trusting others even more difficult. I've never been close to others, not even my peers.
[ She had Elora, of course. But their dynamic was different. She was friend and assistant, and she, too, paid a price. The first person to look past her jagged edges and the cold stone of her heart is still here but vulnerable, and she has already had a brush with losing him. ]
I have to fight often to allow myself to trust the few I do. It is not a thing I can promise every day, though I work on it. So I understand.
If you have difficulties with Silco, or if you are concerned about retaliation, I can help you. I am not suggesting we hurt him, only that I have seen what he and his are capable of, and I wish only to prevent further pain. Silco is a man who is inventive, perceptive, and cunning — and I mean that in the kindest way I can.
[ For all that she still despises what he's done, what his cohorts have done. She can never forgive the blatant murder of her colleagues...even if it was deserved. But for him to endanger Viktor and Jayce? That had never been deserved, and she will stand by it. ]
We have enough agony in this forsaken place. We do not need more.
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Ruthlessness. To be a whetstone, to be the carving point. She understands it. And now she starts to see a different sort of tangled web. Does Silco understand he's imprinted on two people who have walked parallel paths at one point? He'd likely detest the thought. ]
You understand it better than others do. I have no love of violence and I have been away from what little is left of my family for many years now. It shapes me, still, both the bloodshed and the tangled knot of blood ties. And so it makes trusting others even more difficult. I've never been close to others, not even my peers.
[ She had Elora, of course. But their dynamic was different. She was friend and assistant, and she, too, paid a price. The first person to look past her jagged edges and the cold stone of her heart is still here but vulnerable, and she has already had a brush with losing him. ]
I have to fight often to allow myself to trust the few I do. It is not a thing I can promise every day, though I work on it. So I understand.
If you have difficulties with Silco, or if you are concerned about retaliation, I can help you. I am not suggesting we hurt him, only that I have seen what he and his are capable of, and I wish only to prevent further pain. Silco is a man who is inventive, perceptive, and cunning — and I mean that in the kindest way I can.
[ For all that she still despises what he's done, what his cohorts have done. She can never forgive the blatant murder of her colleagues...even if it was deserved. But for him to endanger Viktor and Jayce? That had never been deserved, and she will stand by it. ]
We have enough agony in this forsaken place. We do not need more.