[ He wouldn't let it happen, of course he wouldn't. (Says Silco)
He knew better than anyone what Jinx needed, because he had raised her, helped guide her to be the strong, intelligent, clever creature she was. A monster in her own right, just like Zaun needed to thrive. She was everything that he envisioned in Zaun, crystalized into one perfect, whip-smart girl that had been everything, everything to him.
He knew it. A part of him even struggled at the thought, like he was drowning all over again, at the thought of Vander taking her away from him now β that he thought that he could, was there something to that? Was there something he had done wrong? That she was missing from him? It turned in his stomach like bile, like lead in his belly, that she wanted that, that she thought he wasn't good enough. That she thought that he wasn't enough. Jinx wanted a relationship, she said, would she when Vander had tried to kill him? Would she if the man snapped again?
Already, his mind is turning, an insidious, horrid patchwork of scaffolding and salvaged junk that had been erected to make a machine that charged and consumed thoughts and ideas and spat out new ones at a rapid pace.
He could make him, of course. He could say any number of things, and make him turn around. But no, Vander was prepared for that now. He would have to wait. He would have to consider.
These sorts of plans weren't the type that could be made so readily. He would need to be delicate, and artful.
There's a thrill in that, though it is mired and buried under this sick feeling. ]
Who said I didn't? [ He sneered, from his place, unmoving. He won't be chasing after him. He's done being threatened for the day, thank you. ] I'll give Jinx anything she wants. Even if it's some tired, pathetic shadow of a hound like you. She'll tire of you eventually.
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He knew better than anyone what Jinx needed, because he had raised her, helped guide her to be the strong, intelligent, clever creature she was. A monster in her own right, just like Zaun needed to thrive. She was everything that he envisioned in Zaun, crystalized into one perfect, whip-smart girl that had been everything, everything to him.
He knew it. A part of him even struggled at the thought, like he was drowning all over again, at the thought of Vander taking her away from him now β that he thought that he could, was there something to that? Was there something he had done wrong? That she was missing from him? It turned in his stomach like bile, like lead in his belly, that she wanted that, that she thought he wasn't good enough. That she thought that he wasn't enough. Jinx wanted a relationship, she said, would she when Vander had tried to kill him? Would she if the man snapped again?
Already, his mind is turning, an insidious, horrid patchwork of scaffolding and salvaged junk that had been erected to make a machine that charged and consumed thoughts and ideas and spat out new ones at a rapid pace.
He could make him, of course. He could say any number of things, and make him turn around. But no, Vander was prepared for that now. He would have to wait. He would have to consider.
These sorts of plans weren't the type that could be made so readily. He would need to be delicate, and artful.
There's a thrill in that, though it is mired and buried under this sick feeling. ]
Who said I didn't? [ He sneered, from his place, unmoving. He won't be chasing after him. He's done being threatened for the day, thank you. ] I'll give Jinx anything she wants. Even if it's some tired, pathetic shadow of a hound like you. She'll tire of you eventually.