[ He knows he's bleeding out. How could he not be with this wound, and he dares not look down at it, even when Jinx reached out to tighten the tourniquet around his arm. He didn't dare look at it, knowing that if he did, he might... find himself on the ground, and he wouldn't be able to make sure Jinx made it through. It's really what motivated him, beyond just stubbornness, something that Silco had in spades, but even this was too much for him.
His jaw tightened, but just like Jinx had watched him, he couldn't look away -- wouldn't. Not when they were in this together, not when the both of them were forced with their back against the wall, and had to give something up for this... thing. Yet another thing that dared to make him give something up, show a weakness. He could understand the anger on her face when she turned to look at the Dryad. Even in that hazy moment, he could see it, and understood it. He'd felt such hatred for an entity too, just recently.
If she wanted to kill this thing, Silco would move the entirety of Kenos to make it happen, if only she asked, he would find a way to make it happen.
Jinx speaks to herself, but Silco doesn't comment, he watched, his hand on his own arm, feeling the haze of his head swimming, but he steeled himself, sheer stubbornness keeping him together through the poison, to watch the blade slice through her own arm, made sure to watch her hand flop to the ground too, lifeless. He hated seeing it, hated watching it, but it was important -- she was giving it up, so they could escape, after all.
He stumbled forward, his feet uncontrolled on the ground, but he made it the few steps for her. ] Jinx --
[ It's loud, in the quiet cave, with the roots blocking all other sound. Silco reached out, to put a hand on her shoulder, draw her in, but he gets as far as: ] I'm --
[ Proud of you is what he was going to say, but before he can get another word out, he crumpled to the floor. ]
some families go to the movies, some give each other a hand, we're built different
His jaw tightened, but just like Jinx had watched him, he couldn't look away -- wouldn't. Not when they were in this together, not when the both of them were forced with their back against the wall, and had to give something up for this... thing. Yet another thing that dared to make him give something up, show a weakness. He could understand the anger on her face when she turned to look at the Dryad. Even in that hazy moment, he could see it, and understood it. He'd felt such hatred for an entity too, just recently.
If she wanted to kill this thing, Silco would move the entirety of Kenos to make it happen, if only she asked, he would find a way to make it happen.
Jinx speaks to herself, but Silco doesn't comment, he watched, his hand on his own arm, feeling the haze of his head swimming, but he steeled himself, sheer stubbornness keeping him together through the poison, to watch the blade slice through her own arm, made sure to watch her hand flop to the ground too, lifeless. He hated seeing it, hated watching it, but it was important -- she was giving it up, so they could escape, after all.
He stumbled forward, his feet uncontrolled on the ground, but he made it the few steps for her. ] Jinx --
[ It's loud, in the quiet cave, with the roots blocking all other sound. Silco reached out, to put a hand on her shoulder, draw her in, but he gets as far as: ] I'm --
[ Proud of you is what he was going to say, but before he can get another word out, he crumpled to the floor. ]