Oh, you want me to admit to my crimes? That I was willing to kill you in the name of our dream when you lost your mettle? Certainly. Here is the difference between me and you. I do not feel "guilt" for what I did. I do not regret it. Why would I, when the truth was all so clear?
[ They would hurt each other. Over, and over again, wouldn't they? That's all that could exist between them, after all, wasn't that right? That twisted, knotted, rotted thing. Silco wanted to keep hurting him. Maybe it's because it feels right, maybe it's because it feels good. It feels good to hurt, maybe it feels good to find at least some way to interact again — but he would never admit it.
So he swipes back, to hurt just as much. ]
Perhaps I will. I wouldn't mind admiring the good doctor's work. It's a shame he kept it from me, but perhaps that is something to discuss with him, if he ever arrives.
After all, if he was going to do something with your remains, I'm sure it was a sight to behold. Was there even anything left of you, I wonder? You were dead, after all. No matter whether he revived you or not.
I wonder if you understood it. What had been done to you. I wonder if you hated being that thing. A monster.
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Date: 2025-04-13 08:03 pm (UTC)[ They would hurt each other. Over, and over again, wouldn't they? That's all that could exist between them, after all, wasn't that right? That twisted, knotted, rotted thing. Silco wanted to keep hurting him. Maybe it's because it feels right, maybe it's because it feels good. It feels good to hurt, maybe it feels good to find at least some way to interact again — but he would never admit it.
So he swipes back, to hurt just as much. ]
Perhaps I will. I wouldn't mind admiring the good doctor's work. It's a shame he kept it from me, but perhaps that is something to discuss with him, if he ever arrives.
After all, if he was going to do something with your remains, I'm sure it was a sight to behold. Was there even anything left of you, I wonder? You were dead, after all. No matter whether he revived you or not.
I wonder if you understood it. What had been done to you. I wonder if you hated being that thing. A monster.