[ He lies. The possibility of giving up that weak spot to someone he considered an enemy -- and he had no doubts that she would try to make good on the promise of taking his hand if he wasn't careful -- she had no right to know about his weaknesses, the things that Silco would have given up anything for, even his connection to Zenith, if he didn't have the reassurance that she had already harmonized once.
What if it wasn't me? What if Aetós is lying, and he has me? and that was a possibility whispered in his ear that made his hackles rise, and his jaw clench in his mouth. ]
Your Sunlight -- [ She'd said she was once the sun. Typical. The topsiders would have loved her ] -- burns like a rash. I'm from Underground, do you think I enjoy the bright of light or the warmth of this on my face?
[ A smirk, then. ] I hate it.
[ Just like everything, really. All this time in the sun made someone weak, whether it was metaphorical or not. He greatly disliked the promise of it, the way it beat down on him like this. ]
Just like I'm sure that feeling like your brother's... element, as it were, likely feels like you're being drug into the undertow, doesn't it? Like it's trying to swallow you?
[ He could hope, that she struggles, hates it too, though he suspects that she would embrace it happily, just to try and bring some of her light to Zenith. He hates the thought. ]
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[ He lies. The possibility of giving up that weak spot to someone he considered an enemy -- and he had no doubts that she would try to make good on the promise of taking his hand if he wasn't careful -- she had no right to know about his weaknesses, the things that Silco would have given up anything for, even his connection to Zenith, if he didn't have the reassurance that she had already harmonized once.
What if it wasn't me? What if Aetós is lying, and he has me? and that was a possibility whispered in his ear that made his hackles rise, and his jaw clench in his mouth. ]
Your Sunlight -- [ She'd said she was once the sun. Typical. The topsiders would have loved her ] -- burns like a rash. I'm from Underground, do you think I enjoy the bright of light or the warmth of this on my face?
[ A smirk, then. ] I hate it.
[ Just like everything, really. All this time in the sun made someone weak, whether it was metaphorical or not. He greatly disliked the promise of it, the way it beat down on him like this. ]
Just like I'm sure that feeling like your brother's... element, as it were, likely feels like you're being drug into the undertow, doesn't it? Like it's trying to swallow you?
[ He could hope, that she struggles, hates it too, though he suspects that she would embrace it happily, just to try and bring some of her light to Zenith. He hates the thought. ]