[All of his ire is very swiftly being replaced with a low thrum of panic. He can’t remember. Can’t remember what? He doesn’t know, but he knows it’s important, knows it by the smug and sneering response of Silco, knows it by how willing he is to drag out this moment to taunt him with it.
And, perhaps more importantly, he knows that there is nothing to be done about it. Crushed to grains of sand and scattered without fanfare.
Vander of course tries to give chase. He can’t let this go, but Silco does has a swiftness on his side that’s further accentuated by the injury he’d dealt Vander here at the start, wearing down on him. He follows, does try for a swing this time, but it goes wide and he has to catch himself on the edge of the table they’d been dancing around. The doorway is there just behind him, and Vander knows that he’s screwed up by letting him get this far.]
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And, perhaps more importantly, he knows that there is nothing to be done about it. Crushed to grains of sand and scattered without fanfare.
Vander of course tries to give chase. He can’t let this go, but Silco does has a swiftness on his side that’s further accentuated by the injury he’d dealt Vander here at the start, wearing down on him. He follows, does try for a swing this time, but it goes wide and he has to catch himself on the edge of the table they’d been dancing around. The doorway is there just behind him, and Vander knows that he’s screwed up by letting him get this far.]
You damn, selfish fool.