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[He only hears the knock because his tirade - the fourth or fifth burst of it - has waned to acerbic muttering as he paces around the statue and shoots acrid glares at it.]

--took everything from me...son of Kra--

[Knock knock. His attention whips to the door, alarmed and suspicious. But he doesn't move to answer it, wondering if he's just imagining the sound.]

[Yep, no answer.

...But just for good measure, he gives the door one more tentative knock.

Now that he thinks of it, even if Mithos does open the door, there's a good chance that he'll just slam it back in his face, isn't there?]

[A very, very good chance. This time, he's sure he heard a knock. He approaches the door, warily grasping the handle of his knife, ready to unleash its blade.]

[The silence gets at him. While he's usually comfortable with staying quiet- if not more comfortable with staying quiet instead of speaking- this isn't one of those times.]

You're still alive in there, right? [Or there? Or in one piece? With functioning limbs?]

[He knows that voice, but its familiarity does not ease the tension coiled up inside him, and it only heightens his confusion. He's reached the door now and he pulls it open.] What do you want?

To see if you're in one piece. I haven't seen you since that draft.

...I survived. [His voice is guarded, but his uncertainty is transparent. He doesn't know what else to say to that, other than the same questions that always rise in his mind, the kind that lead to no answers he can be satisfied with.]

Unscathed? [Oh shut up Mithos- wait a minute. You're not actually throwing that around verbally. ...That's better than he can say most of the time.

Okay, don't shut up, Mithos, but come on.]

Edited 2013-01-04 04:05 (UTC)

I was fine. [Drained and scraped up, but he clawed his way out in one piece. He has to bite back the tired question: Why do you care?]

[So he decides to steer the topic away, lips twisting into a smirk.] I even got my revenge on one of the worthless traitors.

...At least you got something out of it. [...And no one Mithos cares about there, so... At least he didn't get himself into anything too horrifying.]

[He had expected to be reprimanded, to be given some shiny plastic speech on how revenge doesn't solve anything, so Silver's answer surprises him into momentary silence. He hides it behind a stony expression.] ...You don't care that I killed someone? Someone from the village?

Not really. Not if they deserved it.

If you keep going after them now or took it out on half the village, that's something different, but... [Shrug. He can't really judge.]

If the opportunity presents itself again, I won't hesitate to go after it.

[He starts to smirk again, wanting to push away the uncomfortable feeling of freedom that breaks open around him when Silver somehow agrees with him. But then the jagged question that had poked at him back then, as he watched the blood seep from Yuan's body, stabs him again: Wouldn't Martel be disappointed? The result is a hurt grimace.]

Edited 2013-01-05 23:00 (UTC)

The saying's an eye for an eye, not an eye for a head. The worst thing you could do to someone is stop caring about them. Stop giving them that leverage.

Defeating someone over and over doesn't accomplish that. [...] But that's my take on it. I can't tell you what to do.

No, you can't.

[Then he'll do that thing where he emphasizes how divergent their views are, to convince himself that he shouldn't want anything to do with Silver.] Ignoring him would only give him peace...and he doesn't deserve such a luxury after everything he's done. He can never be punished enough. [He still believes this, even if...Martel...]

It works both ways. You won't have peace until you ignore him. Don't you deserve that?

[He's quiet, not because he's considering Silver's challenge, but because he doesn't know why he would say it like that.]

...I have no peace either way. [Yuan is far from the greatest trouble plaguing him, just a convenient scapegoat.]

If that's the case, you might as well take whatever bits of peace you can get.

Edited 2013-01-07 08:34 (UTC)

[He scoffs softly.] What difference does it make? [If he drops his grudge against Yuan, his grudge against Kratos, against those who had destroyed him, he would still be alone and miserable.]

Exactly. "What difference does it make" means that it can't make things worse, right? And keeping things the way they are doesn't make anything better.

Edited (I like this phrasing better (yea)) 2013-01-09 17:43 (UTC)

Did you come here to lecture me?

No. [...] You lend yourself well to it, but no. [And that's hardly even lecturing.]

What I do and what I believe is none of your business.

[...Yeah, that's true. But...

...But this is a pointless argument.] It's Christmas.

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