[ He stared at him for a long moment, at the first question. Silent. He didn't even deign it with a verbal answer. He wouldn't, and he couldn't. If it had just been him, had just been his eye, he would have forgiven him, perhaps. He thinks it, even though it is clear from the fact that he is here that he is still so angry is a reminder of that old, festering wound. Silco could promise it, but the truth of the matter was that he hadn't. It had banked, yes, but he's reminded of it. Over, and over, and over and it stokes that old angry fire back to life.
Discounting the fact that he'd done the unforgivable. Tossed him aside, and made a deal with the very people who had pulled the trigger. He had made a mistake, their actions had been intentional. How could he forgive that?
So his eyes only just rolled slightly, because he starts going on and on about how it could just be easy, if he did what he wanted. As always.
He instead pulled the cigar out of his mouth. He tipped it in his fingers. ] I have two choices.
To simply tell you something real, or remind you that I am not to be pushed around simply because you want me to.
[ His lips twitched into a shark's smile, and he let the cherry of the cigar dance close to the edge of his shirt, right over the skin there. ]
You could have gotten off of me when I asked, but you refused. Who is being unreasonable here? Why, I might even be more inclined to honesty if I didn't feel boxed in by the man who tried to kill me β
[ This time, he does punctuate it with a jab of the cigar. It's slow, slow enough that he could dodge, if he wants. He would have to back away.
Jinx told him to call her, if Vander tried to do this again. Or Sevika.
He considers it, but he knows that doing so is a weakness, and he refuses to show it in front of him. Instead, he punctuates it with a language they both speak: dodging the spirit of the law for the letter. ]
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Discounting the fact that he'd done the unforgivable. Tossed him aside, and made a deal with the very people who had pulled the trigger. He had made a mistake, their actions had been intentional. How could he forgive that?
So his eyes only just rolled slightly, because he starts going on and on about how it could just be easy, if he did what he wanted. As always.
He instead pulled the cigar out of his mouth. He tipped it in his fingers. ] I have two choices.
To simply tell you something real, or remind you that I am not to be pushed around simply because you want me to.
[ His lips twitched into a shark's smile, and he let the cherry of the cigar dance close to the edge of his shirt, right over the skin there. ]
You could have gotten off of me when I asked, but you refused. Who is being unreasonable here? Why, I might even be more inclined to honesty if I didn't feel boxed in by the man who tried to kill me β
[ This time, he does punctuate it with a jab of the cigar. It's slow, slow enough that he could dodge, if he wants. He would have to back away.
Jinx told him to call her, if Vander tried to do this again. Or Sevika.
He considers it, but he knows that doing so is a weakness, and he refuses to show it in front of him. Instead, he punctuates it with a language they both speak: dodging the spirit of the law for the letter. ]