[ it doesn't escape her notice that there is something vulnerable in this. something unusually so, even - something separated from the norm. Silco isn't just saying this; he means it.
her memories of her brief and short-lived experiences in that place are fuzzy at best, but she has the clear recollection of Silco coming to take her from her crystal rebirth, of their travels to the darkened Citadel, of the look in his eyes then as he told her he had been there for months. that look, it resembles this one, now. solidifies for her that he remembers that, and now he's been somewhere else, too, at the whims of whatever forces are responsible for this shitshow. it rankles, doesn't it? she's already pissed, and she can imagine he's had much longer to come to the same conclusion with gusto.
but they're here. together. that seems important, doesn't it? it does to her, because Silco was supposed to be the one who wouldn't abandon her.
and she isn't supposed to be the one to abandon him either. he is the one person who understands what that's really like. he's the only one who accepted her for who she is. took her in when everyone else left her behind.
she's taking his hand and hugging it to her chest; it's both a heartfelt and more playful gesture, something childish and whimsical, the typical sort of action from Jinx - one that leaves the other party wondering how much of it is real and how much is just impulse and flight of fancy. ]
I'm not going to leave you. Just like you're not going to leave me, either.
[ ...right?
seems maybe despite her best efforts to play this off as a non-event, seeing Silco that way... it definitely shook her. he's always been there, always been a steady constant ever since that day years ago. she's never had to worry about this before - not rationally, anyway.
guess losing him... it is a frightening prospect. ]
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her memories of her brief and short-lived experiences in that place are fuzzy at best, but she has the clear recollection of Silco coming to take her from her crystal rebirth, of their travels to the darkened Citadel, of the look in his eyes then as he told her he had been there for months. that look, it resembles this one, now. solidifies for her that he remembers that, and now he's been somewhere else, too, at the whims of whatever forces are responsible for this shitshow. it rankles, doesn't it? she's already pissed, and she can imagine he's had much longer to come to the same conclusion with gusto.
but they're here. together. that seems important, doesn't it? it does to her, because Silco was supposed to be the one who wouldn't abandon her.
and she isn't supposed to be the one to abandon him either. he is the one person who understands what that's really like. he's the only one who accepted her for who she is. took her in when everyone else left her behind.
she's taking his hand and hugging it to her chest; it's both a heartfelt and more playful gesture, something childish and whimsical, the typical sort of action from Jinx - one that leaves the other party wondering how much of it is real and how much is just impulse and flight of fancy. ]
I'm not going to leave you. Just like you're not going to leave me, either.
[ ...right?
seems maybe despite her best efforts to play this off as a non-event, seeing Silco that way... it definitely shook her. he's always been there, always been a steady constant ever since that day years ago. she's never had to worry about this before - not rationally, anyway.
guess losing him... it is a frightening prospect. ]