[Perhaps it was more surprising that Silco had the restraint to not turn that knife on him again, or maybe they were both learning important lessons after this many mini confrontations with each other. It might have only been two, but it still felt as if they had been waging war on each other for far longer than that. For him, it was fresh, the cannery and everything with that night.
Benzo and Grayson's deaths. The shimmer boy. The olive branch. The trap to lure the kids. The explosion. The room wall collapse. Saving Vi.
Saving Vi.
He still had no idea that Powder had been there that night, and his blissful ignorance allowed him to believe that she had been safe and sound that the Last Drop. Though, why would she stay there when her siblings - especially Vi - were in danger. Regardless of her location, Silco had taken her in and it was clear to him that she loved the man. She cared for them both, and while it might not be anything either of them want, it wa the reality of the situation.
He walked off, looking briefly at the meat of his hand where Silco had slashed him. It no longer bled despite the fact that it definitely still should. He nearly rounded the corner, and as he did, he lifted his hand to wave good-bye to Silco.]
I know. She's told me stories. [He flashed a knowing smirk as he rounded the corner.] So long, slugger.
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Benzo and Grayson's deaths. The shimmer boy. The olive branch. The trap to lure the kids. The explosion. The room wall collapse. Saving Vi.
Saving Vi.
He still had no idea that Powder had been there that night, and his blissful ignorance allowed him to believe that she had been safe and sound that the Last Drop. Though, why would she stay there when her siblings - especially Vi - were in danger. Regardless of her location, Silco had taken her in and it was clear to him that she loved the man. She cared for them both, and while it might not be anything either of them want, it wa the reality of the situation.
He walked off, looking briefly at the meat of his hand where Silco had slashed him. It no longer bled despite the fact that it definitely still should. He nearly rounded the corner, and as he did, he lifted his hand to wave good-bye to Silco.]
I know. She's told me stories. [He flashed a knowing smirk as he rounded the corner.] So long, slugger.