[ He says, but the terse answer is not the end. It's a prelude, the way it bites, like a flick of a blade before a real attack.
Silco acknowledges, that he may have...slipped. If she did not know, then perhaps it had not been given up, but at the same time, she knew enough to know that Vander had said something about him. Knew him by name, knew that there was history between Silco and the man he'd once called his brother. ]
Once, many years ago, we were as close as brothers.
[ That, at least, gave little away. Did not speak to what had transpired, even though there's a twinge of a memory -- Meridian using that to poke and prod at him, to try to promise him that things could be good for him -- there had been good times, all those years ago, when they were young. The force of Meridian, though, can't know that every memory comes with another memory. Of water, fighting to breathe, fighting for his life, about to give up, before the need to survive flashed back to life, with a vengeance. ]
Where do you think this came from?
[ He asked, and tapped the skin underneath his eye. A blithe, over-simplification of the injury, Vander had not given him the injury -- that had been the Enforcers -- but after, the open wound in the polluted River Pilt, that had been all Vander's fault. ]
no subject
[ He says, but the terse answer is not the end. It's a prelude, the way it bites, like a flick of a blade before a real attack.
Silco acknowledges, that he may have...slipped. If she did not know, then perhaps it had not been given up, but at the same time, she knew enough to know that Vander had said something about him. Knew him by name, knew that there was history between Silco and the man he'd once called his brother. ]
Once, many years ago, we were as close as brothers.
[ That, at least, gave little away. Did not speak to what had transpired, even though there's a twinge of a memory -- Meridian using that to poke and prod at him, to try to promise him that things could be good for him -- there had been good times, all those years ago, when they were young. The force of Meridian, though, can't know that every memory comes with another memory. Of water, fighting to breathe, fighting for his life, about to give up, before the need to survive flashed back to life, with a vengeance. ]
Where do you think this came from?
[ He asked, and tapped the skin underneath his eye. A blithe, over-simplification of the injury, Vander had not given him the injury -- that had been the Enforcers -- but after, the open wound in the polluted River Pilt, that had been all Vander's fault. ]