[ The look Silco shoots over his shoulder at Kaladin is β
Well. Furious, sparking with anger and rage and β and β fear, buried deep underneath all of that.
He's interjecting, isn't he? Trying to put a wedge in there, trying to make her see something that isn't there. Call her ill, or sick β he knew she was different, he knew she had her manic highs and depressive lows β he's seen and experienced all of them. Held her, or whispered promises, anything to soothe the anxieties and fears and everything else that bubbled to the surface every time she became angry and agitated.
Right now, he wants to reach out and strangle the man.
He doesn't. He puts it aside. For Jinx, he tells himself. Focuses on shielding her from Kaladin if she needed it. She could wind herself out of his arms easily if she chose to, he knew that. She could have always overpowered him β his face no longer stings from the manic explosion, the punctures on his face from when she'd attacked him in his office β but he almost imagines they are still there. That they still linger.
No, no. This is wrong. ]
I know what she needs β
[ He hisses, when he tries to stop him. He says he's like this to, and Silco almost laughs. Nobodyis like Jinx. She's perfect the way she is, always has been. Trying to heal her spark makes his hackles rise on instinct. He tries to redirect her, remind her. It's only them. It's always only been them. (But is it still...?) ]
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Well. Furious, sparking with anger and rage and β and β fear, buried deep underneath all of that.
He's interjecting, isn't he? Trying to put a wedge in there, trying to make her see something that isn't there. Call her ill, or sick β he knew she was different, he knew she had her manic highs and depressive lows β he's seen and experienced all of them. Held her, or whispered promises, anything to soothe the anxieties and fears and everything else that bubbled to the surface every time she became angry and agitated.
Right now, he wants to reach out and strangle the man.
He doesn't. He puts it aside. For Jinx, he tells himself. Focuses on shielding her from Kaladin if she needed it. She could wind herself out of his arms easily if she chose to, he knew that. She could have always overpowered him β his face no longer stings from the manic explosion, the punctures on his face from when she'd attacked him in his office β but he almost imagines they are still there. That they still linger.
No, no. This is wrong. ]
I know what she needs β
[ He hisses, when he tries to stop him. He says he's like this to, and Silco almost laughs. Nobodyis like Jinx. She's perfect the way she is, always has been. Trying to heal her spark makes his hackles rise on instinct. He tries to redirect her, remind her. It's only them. It's always only been them. (But is it still...?) ]
You don't have to listen to him.