[ Quetz says one thing, but Silco's mind catches. I know best, she says, and he instinctively leveled a glare at her, unyielding and furious. Yes, she says it as she is experienced, but Silco is an angry man, hearing things that are already putting him on edge -- feeling himself teeter over the edge -- as if everty little thing is a nail to drive into his mind, every single one an offense, or something even more infuriating.
As if the shadow moving at the edges of his ever-opened eye is putting him on edge. As if the voice whispering, laughing, accusing where only he can hear it, is ready to shove him over the edge, if he would just let it. His hackles are raised, by the fact that she says it as if she would know better, as if betters are the ones who should always be the ones in charge. His teeth grind, but he does not speak, because Quetz continues, and he --
He laughed at her. Not about her offer, but because -- ]
You stopped fighting with your brother long enough to make a world?
[ He said, and there's just enough derision in his voice that she's probably certain that something in there had set him off. One offense he could ignore, but -- ]
I figured you Meris talked. Is that supposed to make me like that you made it? That you and your... Brother -- [ It's biting, that word. Like a curse. ] -- joined hands, put aside your differences, and made something grand together?
[ A scoff. ] That world you love is already gone. You would be bringing it back. But go ahead, tell me how you and your... brother [ It still sounds so vile, so angry when he says it ] made amends, and made this great world of yours.
[ He will not admit it, but it is half a distraction, from that shadow -- it's like it hovers over him, larger and larger he's left in silence. He can almost see it. Thanks for the blood, quetz! ]
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As if the shadow moving at the edges of his ever-opened eye is putting him on edge. As if the voice whispering, laughing, accusing where only he can hear it, is ready to shove him over the edge, if he would just let it. His hackles are raised, by the fact that she says it as if she would know better, as if betters are the ones who should always be the ones in charge. His teeth grind, but he does not speak, because Quetz continues, and he --
He laughed at her. Not about her offer, but because -- ]
You stopped fighting with your brother long enough to make a world?
[ He said, and there's just enough derision in his voice that she's probably certain that something in there had set him off. One offense he could ignore, but -- ]
I figured you Meris talked. Is that supposed to make me like that you made it? That you and your... Brother -- [ It's biting, that word. Like a curse. ] -- joined hands, put aside your differences, and made something grand together?
[ A scoff. ] That world you love is already gone. You would be bringing it back. But go ahead, tell me how you and your... brother [ It still sounds so vile, so angry when he says it ] made amends, and made this great world of yours.
[ He will not admit it, but it is half a distraction, from that shadow -- it's like it hovers over him, larger and larger he's left in silence. He can almost see it. Thanks for the blood, quetz! ]