[ He may have been, but Silco does not play games about what "could" have been, for if he did, would he not be stuck eternally looking back, even more than he does. Even more than he should. It haunts him, his past, but thinking about what did not happen, that was the way of futility. He was shaped by his past, it hounded and haunted, but he did not spend time on what ifs, just on what had. He does not regret accepting Sebastian's deal, save for the fact that he may never get to see his daughter again, but there was no guarantee of that regardless.
He hated more than he loved and accepting Sebastian's deal had been something he'd made while she was here --
He never had the chance to say goodbye? --
It's an uncontrolled, stray thought that Set is given, but he thinks that Set would understand this, the one regret Silco had, in that he would never tell his daughter anything again. She was gone from this realm, and he did not dare hope. Did not dare ask for her to be returned to this nightmare again. She deserved better, a world that would -- accept her, and that is the only input Silco has on this "perfect" world that he does not think will exist, and does not bank on existing.
There are too many factors, too many people. He thinks, in the end, it will simply be a world, wild and chaotic. Perhaps completely, and utterly out of control. ]
Perhaps, but there is no shame in what I have promised. Would you not do the same, if it were you in my place?
[ Osiris here, instead of Vander? Would he not have made that choice? Silco thinks that Set would see the logic in this decision. ]
As partners. We are monsters, Set, let us find the ways to grow. Aside from our conflict, that is written in stone. Zenith and Meridian will fight, and we have already pledged to fight not until the end. Let us grow more monstrous for our respective factions together, and find our battle in the end one to make the rest of them quake.
[ Silco's hand tightened on Set's now. That promise, that there was a bridged divide between them. Silco was not as touch-averse as he promised, but letting people close invited danger. By touching Set in this way, holding his hand, he said that he found that the danger was worth chancing, to find the path which they could tread together. ]
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He hated more than he loved and accepting Sebastian's deal had been something he'd made while she was here --
He never had the chance to say goodbye? --
It's an uncontrolled, stray thought that Set is given, but he thinks that Set would understand this, the one regret Silco had, in that he would never tell his daughter anything again. She was gone from this realm, and he did not dare hope. Did not dare ask for her to be returned to this nightmare again. She deserved better, a world that would -- accept her, and that is the only input Silco has on this "perfect" world that he does not think will exist, and does not bank on existing.
There are too many factors, too many people. He thinks, in the end, it will simply be a world, wild and chaotic. Perhaps completely, and utterly out of control. ]
Perhaps, but there is no shame in what I have promised. Would you not do the same, if it were you in my place?
[ Osiris here, instead of Vander? Would he not have made that choice? Silco thinks that Set would see the logic in this decision. ]
As partners. We are monsters, Set, let us find the ways to grow. Aside from our conflict, that is written in stone. Zenith and Meridian will fight, and we have already pledged to fight not until the end. Let us grow more monstrous for our respective factions together, and find our battle in the end one to make the rest of them quake.
[ Silco's hand tightened on Set's now. That promise, that there was a bridged divide between them. Silco was not as touch-averse as he promised, but letting people close invited danger. By touching Set in this way, holding his hand, he said that he found that the danger was worth chancing, to find the path which they could tread together. ]